Post by HUNTER RILEY SCOTT on Mar 21, 2011 13:24:31 GMT -7
A good work out always helped to relieve the stress, good the mind, soon transforms into good for the mind. Healthy body, healthy mind that's what his coach had always drilled into him and his team mates' brains, and as much as he hated to admit it the old timer was right. Laying underneath the barbell Hunter set the weight to 50 using he did less, but he wanted to really feel it today. With all that has been going on with Adri lately he wanted to feel the physical pain to match with his emotions, the perfect pair.
In the beginning it was somewhat easy but after about twenty Hunt was feeling it, wincing through the strain he was now feeling. Though you were supposed to technically stop when you felt overworked, when you do it enough you can feel the difference between exercise and over doing it. But Hunter didn't care he wanted to feel the pain in his arms tomorrow like he had been hit by a two ton truck. Then not go to school that day and just laze around. Yeah, that was pathetic, but Hunter was just done, with feelings done with it. Adri and her hormones were driving him crazy it was like stepping on eggshells when around her. He had to constantly watch what he said and did which he hadn't been doing a very good job of apparently
Hunter soon set the weights back above his head after about thirty or so minutes. He reached down for his water bottle gulping down a quarter. He got up taking a towel from the rack to wipe the sweat off his forehead and face even though he was just going to go on to another machine. He usually was at the gym for two hours not because he worked out that long it was because he worked there and often they would call him back if they needed help. They'd been getting a whole lot of newbies lately. Hunt was nervous that he was going to go then since they over-hired, he had skipped several days of work to see Adri in the hospital on days that he had football practice.
He stepped on to the treadmill setting his speed and incline, starting the tread mill soon falling into pace with the machine, working against it's resistance. It felt good, a relief to do something productive yet something that rid him of his troubles frustrations. He was just some guy at the gym to all anybody else knew. Hunter started to pick up the pace, faster than his normal.