This body's a Temple, not a Wonderland.
It had been too damn long. Though Book appreciated the time to himself to meditate and pray, to walk on the island and meet new folk, he realized he was feeling downright sluggish. He had started going for long runs along the beach, pushing his body to its limit. He was getting up there in years, but he made sure he was still fit as a fiddle. It wasn't easy getting a good workout for his heart while stuck up in the black, but out here, he had nothing but sand to run on and air to breathe. It felt good.
He had gone for a run that morning, and felt so good he decided to up the ante, as it were. He stretched his muscles, out in the cargo bay of Serenity, tugging at the jogging pants and tee shirt the clothes box had been nice enough to give him. He stared over at the bench press, pulling at his elbow to stretch his shoulder. He considered doing a few light presses (nothing he couldn't handle without a spotter), and instead decided to start slow, with a few pull-ups. He walked over to the bar Jayne and he regularly used and smacked his palms together, shaking them out before reaching up and taking a tight grasp on the bar. He took a slow breath and began pulling himself up and over the bar, his muscles thrumming with energy. One..... Two.....
[OOC: Folks (Sarah, I'm lookin' at you), say it with me-- heeeere's your sign. The Book weightlifting post. Slowtime while I, uh, sleep, but open for tags to one and all!!]
He had gone for a run that morning, and felt so good he decided to up the ante, as it were. He stretched his muscles, out in the cargo bay of Serenity, tugging at the jogging pants and tee shirt the clothes box had been nice enough to give him. He stared over at the bench press, pulling at his elbow to stretch his shoulder. He considered doing a few light presses (nothing he couldn't handle without a spotter), and instead decided to start slow, with a few pull-ups. He walked over to the bar Jayne and he regularly used and smacked his palms together, shaking them out before reaching up and taking a tight grasp on the bar. He took a slow breath and began pulling himself up and over the bar, his muscles thrumming with energy. One..... Two.....
[OOC: Folks (Sarah, I'm lookin' at you), say it with me-- heeeere's your sign. The Book weightlifting post. Slowtime while I, uh, sleep, but open for tags to one and all!!]