Post by Alexandra Lawson on Aug 25, 2015 3:02:15 GMT -6
Alex was out of shape. Not horribly so, of course, but enough for her to feel it whenever she worked out. With the new semester of school came the opening of mandatory training and practice for sports and other activities. She was able to get back into the swing of cheer easily enough, what with the boot camp like practices Ellen Banks ran, but she was finding track coming along far slower. She knew she would never be able to reasonably compete, of course. Her slight frame didn't lend itself well to displays of pure athletic endeavors. She had taken to the sport more for it's physical benefits than anything else. Still, Alex was nothing if not stubborn and refused to look bad (or worse, really) in the eyes of her coach or teammates.
The music from her iPod drowned out the sound of Alex's breathing as well as the steady thuds of her sneakers against the hard surface of the track. She'd been out there alone for a while now and was nearing the end of her aggressive session. Clad in tight, black shorts and a loose fitting, sleeveless t-shirt bearing the Bellefonte Athletics logo, Alex had taken lap after lap. She mixed up the training, pushing herself to sprint through long sections before slowing to let her heart rate drop. By the end, the sweat poured off her brow and her shirt was soaked.
Rounding the last corner, as fatigue and the lure of the finish line took hold, Alex grew complacent. She let her guard down for just a moment and stumbled. She fell forward, hand coming out to brace her fall. She hit the ground with a grunt, the hard, rough track surface catching her knee and opening a decent sized gash. With a wince of pain, Alex sucked air in through her teeth and shifted to sitting position on the track. She wasn't going to bother finishing. The streaks of pain that shot through her torn, bleeding skin was enough for her to opt on packing it in for the day. She brought her knee up to her chest, grimacing as she eyed the wound as the blood began to slowly spread across her skin. her brow furrowed, though, as a pair of tall shadows loomed over her. Peering upward, squinting in the afternoon sun, Alex sighed. "Oh. Uh. Hey." She murmured, her tone quiet and subdued. "I'm fine. I was just finishing, you can have the track." She said to Casper & Jasper Emory. She was speaking quickly, as she didn't want to fight with them again or be a bother, though she looked as though moving wasn't her first choice of activities at the moment.
The music from her iPod drowned out the sound of Alex's breathing as well as the steady thuds of her sneakers against the hard surface of the track. She'd been out there alone for a while now and was nearing the end of her aggressive session. Clad in tight, black shorts and a loose fitting, sleeveless t-shirt bearing the Bellefonte Athletics logo, Alex had taken lap after lap. She mixed up the training, pushing herself to sprint through long sections before slowing to let her heart rate drop. By the end, the sweat poured off her brow and her shirt was soaked.
Rounding the last corner, as fatigue and the lure of the finish line took hold, Alex grew complacent. She let her guard down for just a moment and stumbled. She fell forward, hand coming out to brace her fall. She hit the ground with a grunt, the hard, rough track surface catching her knee and opening a decent sized gash. With a wince of pain, Alex sucked air in through her teeth and shifted to sitting position on the track. She wasn't going to bother finishing. The streaks of pain that shot through her torn, bleeding skin was enough for her to opt on packing it in for the day. She brought her knee up to her chest, grimacing as she eyed the wound as the blood began to slowly spread across her skin. her brow furrowed, though, as a pair of tall shadows loomed over her. Peering upward, squinting in the afternoon sun, Alex sighed. "Oh. Uh. Hey." She murmured, her tone quiet and subdued. "I'm fine. I was just finishing, you can have the track." She said to Casper & Jasper Emory. She was speaking quickly, as she didn't want to fight with them again or be a bother, though she looked as though moving wasn't her first choice of activities at the moment.