Post by zephyr on Jul 18, 2012 12:57:17 GMT -8
Kaden pulled his duffel out of his truck and tossed it over his shoulder with a sigh. The soldier had been here for a few months now and was a little lonely. He pushed through the gym's doors and headed straight for a treadmill. He switched it on and set it to the right speed and focused on the trees outside the window and stepped on. He evened out his breathing, and pumped his arms, his dog tags clinking under his shirt. The scar on his chest started to stick to his shirt, but that was no distracted to this machine of a man.
Eventually he pulls out his ipod from his pocket and puts his earbuds in. The first song up is youre coming home by lonestar, one of his favorites. He finished his run on the treadmill as the song ended and moved over to the punching bag and started practicing combatives. He looked damn sexy as he took off his shirt, abs glistening with sweat. A few girls over on exercise balls giggled as he flexed and he chuckled. He turned his attention back to the punching bag, taking out his week's frustrations on the poor sand filled object. When sand started to leak onto the floor he decided to take a break, sitting on the bench and drinking gatorade, all by himself.
Eventually he pulls out his ipod from his pocket and puts his earbuds in. The first song up is youre coming home by lonestar, one of his favorites. He finished his run on the treadmill as the song ended and moved over to the punching bag and started practicing combatives. He looked damn sexy as he took off his shirt, abs glistening with sweat. A few girls over on exercise balls giggled as he flexed and he chuckled. He turned his attention back to the punching bag, taking out his week's frustrations on the poor sand filled object. When sand started to leak onto the floor he decided to take a break, sitting on the bench and drinking gatorade, all by himself.