In the gym [OTA]
Allison didn't like not moving, doing, keeping busy. Since coming to Russia, that was the only thing she hadn't done. She was antsy and had taken to spending a lot of time in the gym. If they didn't get out and do something soon, she was convinced she would end up looking like a wrestler.
As the punching bag swung back toward her after a hard right cross, she planted her left leg and coiled her right, pivoting on the ball of her planted foot and exploding as much force through her right leg as she could, slamming the bottom of her foot into the bag. She turned and threw fists, angling a few sharp jabs to what would be center mass on a person. When her taped fists started to ache she twisted her body and used the momentum to slam the top of her left foot into the side of the bag.
Rounding once more, she reached out and steadied the bag, letting out a sigh. She needed a sparring partner.
As the punching bag swung back toward her after a hard right cross, she planted her left leg and coiled her right, pivoting on the ball of her planted foot and exploding as much force through her right leg as she could, slamming the bottom of her foot into the bag. She turned and threw fists, angling a few sharp jabs to what would be center mass on a person. When her taped fists started to ache she twisted her body and used the momentum to slam the top of her left foot into the side of the bag.
Rounding once more, she reached out and steadied the bag, letting out a sigh. She needed a sparring partner.