First Biking Times and Now Gym Times---With Daisy!

[boxingmidget]

Who: Little Mac, Daisy
What: Hanging out in the gym...and nosebleeds.
Where: Weightroom, Afternoon
When: Backdated to Jan. 7th
Warnings: NOSEBLEEDS Um, we'll see

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[sportsflower]

And there was Daisy, arriving shortly after him, dressed in her own usual work-out clothes: a yellow tank top and orange bicycle shorts. Commence nosebleed. When she arrived, she set her duffle bag down, and said, "Hey, Mac! Weren't waiting long I hope?"

[boxingmidget]

"Nah, not at all!" said Mac as he started getting his things together. Trying to prevent nosebleeds. Okay. Now he must try to make conversation and calm down his nerves (which, luckily, weren't showing yet). This was an outing for friends and nothing else. Anything to not make Daisy feel uncomfortable. Okay. "So, how've you been today?"

[sportsflower]

"Can't complain!" she announced, immediately doing a few warmup stretches, holding her arms above her head and leaning side to side. "How about you? Liking it here so far?"

[boxingmidget]

"Heck, I like here a lot!" Mac replied with enthusiasm. Mac started doing some stretches himself. Hard to believe it has aready been a few months since Mac came to the school. Crazy things might have happened over that time that may or may not have been fun, but afterwards it felt like he had an adventure. And they became cherished memories. "Glad I came." That response came out even more sincere than the last one.

[sportsflower]

"Well, good!" she told him cheerfully. Her stretches complete, she looked around. "So, how do you usually start off?"

[boxingmidget]

"I usually lift first!" Mac said as he went over to the weights. "Then I do some work-out for the legs."

[sportsflower]

"Well then, let's get started!" She followed him to the weights. "So how heavy do you go?"

[boxingmidget]

The most I can lift is 'bout 80lbs but I always stick with much smaller weights when I'm doin' my daily stuff." He was being honest. He is not the type to brag about anything; so he has a clam, modest look on his face. Even when it comes to muscles and athletics.

[sportsflower]

"Not bad," she commented. "I can't go that high, but I'll go first. Spot me?" she asked.

[boxingmidget]

"Sure!" And Mac does so.

[sportsflower]

And so with Mac's help, Daisy went through about ten reps. It was pretty manly. For a GIRL.

"Phew!" She sat up, wiping sweat from her brow. "Okay, your turn!"

[boxingmidget]

It didn't surprise Mac at all with how much weight she lifted. Daisy seemed like the athletic type.

And so, Mac did his. It was pretty manly. For a...man.

[sportsflower]

"You're really strong!" she commented.

[boxingmidget]

Mac made sure not to flush at her compliment. Daisy broke Mac's brain. The end. And well, he succeeded. Mac modestly spoke again, "Heheh, thanks. It's just cuz I train a lot, though." He lifted a couple more times before getting off and using one of his sweat towels, taking in some water as well. Mac always made sure to bring plenty of bottled water with him. Curious, Mac turned to Daisy picking up an extra bottle out of his bag. "Um, didja remember to bring anythin' to drink? You gotta keep yourself hydrated. If not, I could give ya one of my water bottles if ya want."

[sportsflower]

"Forgot this time," she said. "But if you don't mind me mooching off some of yours, that'd be fine!"

"So tell me, what do you boxers have to do to train?"

[boxingmidget]

Mac kindly handed Daisy a cold water bottle. And Mac took another swig of his until he heard her question.

"Oh y'know...weight liftin', joggin', push-ups, sit-ups, jump rope, punchin' bags...that kinda stuff."