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 Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 10:54 pm
-General Workout-
Fulfills requirement for any S&T majors/Magic majors
Instructor: Alex Falcone Quote: Similar to physical training, only less severe. Students are free to attend this class whenever they wish. All sports and workout machines are open for this class. Prompt You will be given a simple workout schedule for your own specific needs. It's up to you to stick to your schedule until the day of your assigned physical assessment. Do you find working out hard? Boring? Can you keep to your schedule, or do you throw in the towel? How do you keep yourself going?
Alexander and free weights didn't exactly mix. He could barely carry his bundle of laundry across the room let alone fight against a machine. The only reason he was even in close proximity to this beast was because it actually counted as a class in magic. He wasn't sure.... how or why, but hey, it did. And, he had heard that Alex Falcone worked with the S&T students for this class. Sooo maybe she would be around. Not that ehm that was uhhh--well! She was the only girl for miles and this whole gay sausage fest he perpetually lived in was getting old.
Holding his crumpled schedule sheet firmly in his fisted hands, Sasha looked down at the workout like it was some foreign language. He was going to embarrass the crap out of himself first. Too late to quit now. H'okay! Deep breath. No one was around. Just go. With a figurative kick in the butt, the Russian boy opened the door and, as silently as possible, came to stand in the center. He didn't know much about weight training as all these machines were completely foreign to him and quite horrifying actually (They looked like torture devices), but he knew about free weights..... kinda. He found them beside a mirrored wall, all lined up by weight.
Some of them looked as big as him. How sad. "Well..." He looked down at his schedule and found free weights with a list of like... positions? Oooookay. Well, he might as well start at the beginning. Five pounds, he could do that. Now if only he knew what a curl was.
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2009 5:46 pm
Unfortunately [or, perhaps, fortunately] for Sasha, he was NOT alone, and from the lockeroom area emerged Cane. The stocky native had been swimming in the pool only minutes before, had tried off, taken a quick shower, changed, and was back out on the workout floor.
Noticing the small teen in the usually solitary space, Cane strode over to the free weights, a welcoming smile on his face. The tan teen was wearing a pair of shorts, a tank-top, and some sneakers. That was about it. "You are new to the gym." It wasn't a question. "I am Canaan." A large hand was extended for a shake.
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2009 6:15 pm
HOLYCRAP!
The five pound weight fell to the floor with a loud echoing thunk and rolled back slowly between the two students. Oh my gosh oh my gosh. Sasha was frozen stiff; all he could do was turn his big grey-brown eyes at his assailant, trying so hard to not just run for the door.
"Ah--Oh... I--" He couldn't remember his name. Finally the English language started to trickle back into his frazzled brain. ""Y-Yeah--Well I mean! Sorry, I w-was... uhh just like looking, I didn't think anyone else was here...!" He prayed this Canaan wasn't here for the class, instinctively crumpling up his schedule in his little hands as inconspicuously as possible. Sasha couldn't bear someone silently judging him from afar! It wasn't his fault he was born so small and delicate!! "Wh--Uhmm... I... Have you... been here the whole time?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 11:05 am
Cane jerked a thumb toward the inner door to the gym, which he'd entered. "I've been in the gym, yes, but I was in the pool, then the showers." Which explained why poor Sasha hadn't seen him. The muscular science student bent smoothly to easily lift the weight, offering it in his open palm to Sasha. "I am sorry for startling you." Glancing down at the paper in the russian's hands, he smiled.
"You are here to train? I am, as well! It will be nice to have company." Cane was, indeed, a friendly fellow. "I know the equipment well. Can I help you?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 5:52 pm
"Uhhh well--well uhhh... I... I am, I mean I signed up for this course...." Though why he wanted to go through this humiliation was beyond him, but he gathered it was probably a mix of bravado, curiosity and quite a bit of an identity crisis. He was only a half now, and not the better half. He was so used to having Niki make the decisions and what was good for his brother was good enough for him.
But now he didn't have another to tell him what to like or how to act. Alexander didn't know where to begin.
"Uhmm.... A-Actually yeah..." Uncrumpling the paper, he showed it to the other student. "I dunno what half these words mean...."
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2009 9:37 am
Cane's smile was calm, soothing, friendly, rather than mocking and he smoothed the paper in his large hands, squinting briefly to read it. At least these terms he was familiar with.
"Ah, it is a workout schedule. Or, a suggestion of one. I will show you the machines and tell you how to work them, as well as what they will do for you." One of those massive hands came down on Sasha's shoulder, his grip friendly, and he pointed across the room.
"That is the cardio-aerobic area. I feel you should spend most of your time there, and perhaps swimming, rather than at these machines." Unless Sasha wanted to work out hard and build muscles.
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