An odd encounter
WHO: Otto and Nico
WHEN: June 5th
WHERE: Liberty University, Gym
WHAT: A damsel in distress, a knight in tinfoil armed with 100% fruit smoothies.
After his first practice session, just a light spar with the coach, demonstration of moves and techniques, Otto realized just how rusty he was. It's no good, he expected better from himself. It's not to say he performed badly, he still has tricks and tips up his sleeve, but they don't come with the same ease that it did a couple years ago.
With his gear packed, he checked his heart rate to make sure it was within his normal range and as he counted, his eyes wandered, and right in front of him, a room of gymnasts. Right there, in front of him, separated by a glass wall and glass door. How convenient. He counted his thudding pulse, watched the ladies move in the air, amazed by their combined strength and grace and he thought about taking photographs of them, to freeze the moment when their faces were relaxed as their body tenses in anticipation. But the slight cough from a passer-by reminded him, that he was in a public place; he doesn't doubt that bringing a camera here would spur on the most panicky of reactions.
He quickly left afterwards and headed for the gym's health-nut smoothie shop. And that slight heat on his face was not from being caught watching, like a local peeping tom, he was just exercised.
WHEN: June 5th
WHERE: Liberty University, Gym
WHAT: A damsel in distress, a knight in tinfoil armed with 100% fruit smoothies.
After his first practice session, just a light spar with the coach, demonstration of moves and techniques, Otto realized just how rusty he was. It's no good, he expected better from himself. It's not to say he performed badly, he still has tricks and tips up his sleeve, but they don't come with the same ease that it did a couple years ago.
With his gear packed, he checked his heart rate to make sure it was within his normal range and as he counted, his eyes wandered, and right in front of him, a room of gymnasts. Right there, in front of him, separated by a glass wall and glass door. How convenient. He counted his thudding pulse, watched the ladies move in the air, amazed by their combined strength and grace and he thought about taking photographs of them, to freeze the moment when their faces were relaxed as their body tenses in anticipation. But the slight cough from a passer-by reminded him, that he was in a public place; he doesn't doubt that bringing a camera here would spur on the most panicky of reactions.
He quickly left afterwards and headed for the gym's health-nut smoothie shop. And that slight heat on his face was not from being caught watching, like a local peeping tom, he was just exercised.