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 Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2015 8:40 am
Cardio:
Always remember rule number 1. Cardio. Seeing how we have a gym at our disposal, there's really no reason to not keep yourself in top condition, especially during times like this. You need to do a minimum of 300 words among all steps to claim the rewards.
Step 1: Warm up
It's always important to warm up before you exercise. You wouldn't want to pull a muscle, after all.
Roll 1d4
1. Ouch! Seems like you might have overdone it a bit. -3 to your work out roll.
2-3. You've warmed up adequately. Time to get to work. No modifier.
4. You've done an excellent job. Your body is perfectly primed for what's ahead. +3 to your work out roll.
Step 2: Working out
Roll 1d20 and choose a cardio exercise of your choice. Running, jump rope, ect, ect. Then RP it out according to your dice results. Add or subtract whatever modifiers you might have had from the previous step.
1-5: You tried to work out, but you ended up hurting yourself more than anything else. + 0 Bars.
6 -15: You get a decent workout. Not amazing, but it's still something to help keep you in shape. +2 bars
16-20: Great job! You feel invigorated and strong for this vigorous workout. +4 Bars.
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kuropeco rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2015 8:47 am
If there was one thing that Raffin Lambington was not good at, it was physical exercise.
It wasn't that he wasn't capable. He was a young man - well, sort of young, still - with a respectable profession and a healthy lifestyle, eating all the right foods, going out walking when he could or taking his bike when he was able, instead of settling for the faster, quicker route. And Raffin felt pretty good about himself and his own abilities.
But most of his time had been spent behind a desk, hunched over doing paperwork or standing behind a window to observe the social experiments he participated in every so often. His shoulders were rounded from all of his leaning, and he tended to walk with a predominance towards slouching, eyes on his clipboard, brow furrowed as he went over the data for the third or fourth time. Exercise, the kind of exercise that made one's heart pump and their bodies ache with that kind of satisfying pain, that sort of exercise was entirely, completely unfamiliar to him.
Which was why this particular day was difficult for him.
Raffin stared forlornly at the gym laid out in front of him, wondering if it would be possible to simply skip exercising and maybe just make a notation that he had completed it anyway. But, he decided, with a touch of regret, that would have been lying, and his moral and ethical codes sadly did not allow for him to sink to such a level.
He would just have to buck up and get moving.
Raffin sat on the floor and attempted to stretch, sticking out a leg in front of him. He leaned over, touched his toes - or at least, reached for them, in a sort of vaguely stretching fashion - and then stuck his other leg out and reached for that one as well, bending over at the waist to accomplish this. After that, he stood, twisted from side to side, and bent to try and touch his toes. It wasn't quite accomplished, but Raffin deemed it a good enough attempt, so he kept progressing.
After the toe-touchies came the sideways leaning, Raffin tilting to his left with his arm over his head, other hand on his hip - and then he reversed and did the opposite, tilting to the right with his other arm over head, and other hand on his hip. He straightened, put both hands on his hips, and then leaned backwards, trying in vain to ease himself into a good state.
And when he was finally done with all of that, Raffin looked hopefully at the clock to see if enough time had passed for him to simply call it a day and go back to his room - cell - and spend the rest of the afternoon in solitude, as he liked.
Disappointingly only five minutes had gone by.
Raffin wilted.Quote: 2-3. You've warmed up adequately. Time to get to work. No modifier.
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kuropeco rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2015 8:55 am
The actual working out part was the part that Raffin didn't enjoy. Stretching and warming up had its appeal, because it was simple and easy and something that didn't require a lot of thought, as much as Raffin loved thinking. He didn't want to have to think during exercise, didn't want to consider all of the things he could have been doing instead of exercising.
It took him another fifteen minutes just to decide what he should do. Raffin wandered aimlessly from wall to wall, eyeing the various equipment until finally he decided on a jump rope. Something easy, something he didn't have to work hard to achieve. It was maybe not the most mature of exercises, but at the same time, there was something to be said about the whimsical nature of a jump rope.
Or maybe Raffin was just trying to justify a twenty-eight year old man using a jump rope to exercise.
His first initial jumps were all but pathetic, Raffin tripping over the rope with each step. But after a few bumps and a bruise or two, he managed to get into a steady, if not a little slow, rhythm, eventually into a faster one. He could feel his chest tightening with every pump of his arms, and certainly it was not the same feeling he got when he solved a truly incredible experiment, but he supposed there was something to be said for the rush of endorphins stemming from a good work out.
After another fifteen minutes had passed, he found that he couldn't keep swinging his arms, Raffin gasping for breath as he stumbled to a stop. He clutched at the stitch in his side and managed to stagger over to the wall and hang the jump rope back up, giving it a fond little pat as though to say well done, well done.
Then he sloped out of the gym with every intention of not coming back unless he was forced to.Quote: 6 -15: You get a decent workout. Not amazing, but it's still something to help keep you in shape. +2 bars
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