Fitness Training
Apr 29, 2014 20:30:44 GMT -7
Post by Kiyohara Amoriko on Apr 29, 2014 20:30:44 GMT -7
Having recently joined the forces of Lord Date, Amoriko wasn’t surprised to hear about a training exercise for the men in his employ. What general truly wants to go to war with men he may not know can handle the task. Then again, was Amoriko truly capable of completing the task at hand. He was almost bedridden until a year ago, and while the constant infections that riddled his body gave him quite the stamina. This test involved speed, and strength as well. Stamina would be his favor though he would have to brace his mind to be the slowest and weakest.
The rain graced the earth with it blessing as the sky was bright. Lord Date spoke to the men briefing them of the full details of the task at hand. It was a training mission simple and plain, but it was something that Amoriko could not fail. He had to prove to himself that he had a place here, and that his body can be just as strong as his mind. As the words faded from the background men began to disappear from view. Many of them at full stride glided across the ground. Amoriko was amazed by the sure speed some of the men could move at, but now was not the time to be concerned. After all, he had himself to worry about.
Reading to run he realized he felt heavier, and tied down. His clothes were soaked already and heavy. In fact when he thought about it his clothes soaking wet could easily make up almost a fourth of his body weight. The thought crossed his mind but for a second, and then it really hit him. If he wore nothing but the undergarments he would be able to move more freely and be weighed down a lot less. While not a big advantage it would aid him far more than trying to fight with his already sopping wet clothes. Quickly he removed everything but his undergarment and took off full stride. His speed still not impressive but he was making good pace, and was more than likely the sight for many eyes. His pale small body was rather noticeable even from a decent distance.
The first five laps moved along slowly but easily. Amoriko stamina keeping up with him the whole time, and while he could not tell how long he had been running he at least there was a few still behind him. This told him his timing must not have been horribly off. The next five laps however would be a different story. While his body did generate heat running barefoot and with nothing but a simple cloth on was starting to take his tool on his physical body. Mud was everywhere his feet began to ache from the pain of stepping on rocks and other things, but he pressed on. Not as quickly as the last five laps, but at a slowly degrading pace until he finished.
Ending where he started Amoriko collapsed onto his wet clothes. Panting he lay there excited. The last he was breathing this hard he had a horrible infection in his lungs that made even walking hard, and yet now, now he was running free and full force. A smile graced his face as he lay there trying to control his breathing. It was exciting that he was growing. His body was becoming stronger and it was something he could continue to look forward to in the future.
The last of the stragglers had begun to wonder in from running. That was Amoriko’s queue that he needed to pick it up again. There were very few men behind him. In fact there were exactly four men who were behind him, but that was no matter to him. He was just trying his best to enjoy the new experience before him. “Time for push-ups!” he accidentally shouted in excitement. His clothes lay there on the ground as he rolled over onto his stomach and began his first push-up.
The first one wasn’t so bad, the second, third; fourth, fifth one seemed fine. Ten more down and Amoriko collapsed. His arms felt slightly numb and tingle. It was hard to even push himself up normally much less another push-up. So he lay there face turned but still in the mud. His entire front body was now covered in mud, the rain beating down on his back keeping it clean. He listened as it hit the ground around him, and as it land on the back of his head. Laying there for what seemed an eternity. He moved his arms and started again. He noticed from the others around him that he truly had not been laying there very long, but others seemed almost completed with the full task they were presented with. His willpower took over and pushed him above his limits. Forcing himself up he went at them again. Quickly he learned that if he breaks for a bit about every five he doesn’t collapse from his aching arms.
As he was finishing his last five push-ups he noticed people walking away who had already finished the entire task. He was impressed by these individuals. They must have amazing strength and speed to finish such a task at the speed they did, but then again this was a camp for samurai. He knew he had long way to go not only in the task, but also in becoming a samurai worthy of the Lord he had decided to join. One thing was for sure though he couldn’t give up his dream of a peaceful world.
Taking a short break to catch his breath and regain his stamina he readied himself for the last task at hand, the two hundred sit-ups. Two hundred was a large number to Amoriko, but it was a reasonable number. After all, many others had already finished the task. Rolling over onto his back he started. Amoriko had decided it was best to adopt the idea he was using for the push-ups. As such every five sit-ups he would take a short and go at again.
Every time he came up it was as though he could see a different part of himself. The rain slowly washed the mud from his front as it poured down on him. It felt wondrous to be trying so hard. He didn’t fully understand why he was so happy about it. To most this would be torture, but to him the trials alone were enough to make him excited and continue going. As he came up to finish his last push-up a man hollered that the time was over. The time limit had expired, and Amoriko had just barely finished his last sit-up. Jumping up he yelled “I did it.” He grabbed his clothes and started to put them back on. Them and his body both drenched in mud.
As he was walking away a fellow soldier came up to him. “Maybe we can do better next time.” The soldier spoke in a rather disappointed and sad tone.
Amoriko turned to the man with a grin from ear to ear on his face. “There’s a next time.”
The rain graced the earth with it blessing as the sky was bright. Lord Date spoke to the men briefing them of the full details of the task at hand. It was a training mission simple and plain, but it was something that Amoriko could not fail. He had to prove to himself that he had a place here, and that his body can be just as strong as his mind. As the words faded from the background men began to disappear from view. Many of them at full stride glided across the ground. Amoriko was amazed by the sure speed some of the men could move at, but now was not the time to be concerned. After all, he had himself to worry about.
Reading to run he realized he felt heavier, and tied down. His clothes were soaked already and heavy. In fact when he thought about it his clothes soaking wet could easily make up almost a fourth of his body weight. The thought crossed his mind but for a second, and then it really hit him. If he wore nothing but the undergarments he would be able to move more freely and be weighed down a lot less. While not a big advantage it would aid him far more than trying to fight with his already sopping wet clothes. Quickly he removed everything but his undergarment and took off full stride. His speed still not impressive but he was making good pace, and was more than likely the sight for many eyes. His pale small body was rather noticeable even from a decent distance.
The first five laps moved along slowly but easily. Amoriko stamina keeping up with him the whole time, and while he could not tell how long he had been running he at least there was a few still behind him. This told him his timing must not have been horribly off. The next five laps however would be a different story. While his body did generate heat running barefoot and with nothing but a simple cloth on was starting to take his tool on his physical body. Mud was everywhere his feet began to ache from the pain of stepping on rocks and other things, but he pressed on. Not as quickly as the last five laps, but at a slowly degrading pace until he finished.
Ending where he started Amoriko collapsed onto his wet clothes. Panting he lay there excited. The last he was breathing this hard he had a horrible infection in his lungs that made even walking hard, and yet now, now he was running free and full force. A smile graced his face as he lay there trying to control his breathing. It was exciting that he was growing. His body was becoming stronger and it was something he could continue to look forward to in the future.
The last of the stragglers had begun to wonder in from running. That was Amoriko’s queue that he needed to pick it up again. There were very few men behind him. In fact there were exactly four men who were behind him, but that was no matter to him. He was just trying his best to enjoy the new experience before him. “Time for push-ups!” he accidentally shouted in excitement. His clothes lay there on the ground as he rolled over onto his stomach and began his first push-up.
The first one wasn’t so bad, the second, third; fourth, fifth one seemed fine. Ten more down and Amoriko collapsed. His arms felt slightly numb and tingle. It was hard to even push himself up normally much less another push-up. So he lay there face turned but still in the mud. His entire front body was now covered in mud, the rain beating down on his back keeping it clean. He listened as it hit the ground around him, and as it land on the back of his head. Laying there for what seemed an eternity. He moved his arms and started again. He noticed from the others around him that he truly had not been laying there very long, but others seemed almost completed with the full task they were presented with. His willpower took over and pushed him above his limits. Forcing himself up he went at them again. Quickly he learned that if he breaks for a bit about every five he doesn’t collapse from his aching arms.
As he was finishing his last five push-ups he noticed people walking away who had already finished the entire task. He was impressed by these individuals. They must have amazing strength and speed to finish such a task at the speed they did, but then again this was a camp for samurai. He knew he had long way to go not only in the task, but also in becoming a samurai worthy of the Lord he had decided to join. One thing was for sure though he couldn’t give up his dream of a peaceful world.
Taking a short break to catch his breath and regain his stamina he readied himself for the last task at hand, the two hundred sit-ups. Two hundred was a large number to Amoriko, but it was a reasonable number. After all, many others had already finished the task. Rolling over onto his back he started. Amoriko had decided it was best to adopt the idea he was using for the push-ups. As such every five sit-ups he would take a short and go at again.
Every time he came up it was as though he could see a different part of himself. The rain slowly washed the mud from his front as it poured down on him. It felt wondrous to be trying so hard. He didn’t fully understand why he was so happy about it. To most this would be torture, but to him the trials alone were enough to make him excited and continue going. As he came up to finish his last push-up a man hollered that the time was over. The time limit had expired, and Amoriko had just barely finished his last sit-up. Jumping up he yelled “I did it.” He grabbed his clothes and started to put them back on. Them and his body both drenched in mud.
As he was walking away a fellow soldier came up to him. “Maybe we can do better next time.” The soldier spoke in a rather disappointed and sad tone.
Amoriko turned to the man with a grin from ear to ear on his face. “There’s a next time.”
