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 Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 3:54 am
Mark entered the brotherhoods Gym, it had been quite a while since he had last been in here... as he recalled the last time he was in here he was fighting the general in a kick boxing, or some sort of hand to hand combat style... all he remembered doing last was a drop kick, it got hazy after that. A small smirk grew on his face remembering the times he had gotten free punches on the general.
Mark shrugged it off and began stretching, although Mark was a large man and received plenty of exercise from running around the base and hauling stuff around in his arms at the motor pool, he still needed a decent work out on his entire body to get it back into complete physical condition. Mark stretched for about a good fifteen minutes, allowing the blood to flow through his body and giving his muscles a jump start for the work out to come.
Mark headed over to one of the treadmills that lined the cardio section of gym, standing on the machine, he inserted his weight, height and everything else necessary for a accurate work out. The machine beeped as it began his work out, a light walk for fifteen minutes followed by a speed in crease after that. Mark looked at his watch and took his pulse, measuring that everything was alright, hopefully he hadn't gotten to unhealthy since his last visit here.
Walking on the treadmill wasn't all that difficult due to the fact he was moving at a slightly faster pace than his average walking speed, all he did was increase his stride, with nothing to keep him focused Marks eye's wandered around the room, there was no music, no radio, or vault daily brotherhood videos... this is what made running in place dumb... nothing new to see...
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 2:41 am
Mark cranked up the speed on the tread mull to twelve miles per hour, he was at an all out sprint for the last quart of the mile, his legs where burning like hell since he was pushing himself, if he where to trip and fall he would be jettisoned back into the wall. Marks legs rose up and down, a large amount of sweat was on his forehead as he began reaching the ending of his run, as soon as that digital distance meter clicked two miles he pulled the emergency stop he quickly slowed down, nearly tripping over his feet he gripped onto the treadmill as the floor beneath him stopped rotating.
Letting out a sigh of relief that his run was over he looked up and observed his time, two miles in seventeen minutes. Damn he was in shape even though he really didn't feel it. Taking in deep breaths as he sat on the end of the tread mill he pulled out a water bottle filled with an energy drink that would replenish some of his energy, hydrate him and give him electrolytes. Mark let out a sigh as he regained his breathing, taking another sip from the bottle he stood up grabbing a small hand towel and wiping down his forehead, arms and legs. Keeping himself as dry as possible so his body would have to work harder to keep him cool.
Walking over to the weight lifting area of the gym Mark strapped himself into a lumbar machine working out his lumbar vertebra since he does a lot of heavy lifting it might be smart to have the one point that if he screwed up lifting wouldn't break on him or give him pain later. Setting the weights to a desired level Mark began doing a curl type motion and then pushing back feeling the resistance from the weights.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 6:23 pm
Marks muscles began to twitch and spasm after all the weight and stress on his muscles, however Mark hadn't completed his exercise yet, even though his body demanded that he stop he had only worked out a certain part of his body. He could continue exercising on another part of the body as the other parts partially relaxed and regenerated what energy they could.
Mark slowly worked his way over to the dead weight section of the Gym, looking at the weights Mark let out a sigh. Sitting on a bench Mark grabbed some twenty-five pound weights and began curling them, exhaling as he curled the weights he started on his third set. The time with each arm was long, and pushing himself was only harder. Marks arms began to bulge, the veins becoming obvious as they pumped the blood through his arms and body.
The grease monkey kept pumping that iron, he wasn't going to let himself die from improper health care. Mark had been in here a while back, but recently he felt the need to exercise. It might have been due to the last mission, maybe something that happened down there triggered something in his mind. Mark had been thinking about a lot that had taken place down in the Vats. Mark pushed these thoughts to the back of his mind and resume exercising.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 11:33 am
Leon slowly walked down the halls of the familiar base. Memories came rushing back to him as a small smile formed on his face. One door in particular caught his attention though. It was the gym. This room was special to Leon. He had founded it's creation and being outside the doors filled him with happiness. He opened the door and turned on the lights, illuminating the room. Dust was everywhere, though it looked as if some of the equipment had recently been used. "At least some people still visit from time to time. Hm..." He walked over to his desk and pulled out a duster in a vacuum sealed bag. He opened it and began to dust, ridding the area of every bit of it.
"Ahh... Much better." He looked around, eyeing all the machines and gave a scowl. "I don't like the way this looks... I'm going to rearrange them." Nearly an hour and a half went by before Leon finished. He looked around, proud of what he had done with the place. "Okay! The gym is back and ready for use!"
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 12:54 pm
Alexi entered the gym in shorts with a white towel draped across his neck. It had been ages since he had visited the gym, and most of the time, he did his workouts alone.
He spotted Mark working out in the weights section, and Leon was rearranging the machinery. Alexi gave a small wave and smiled, at least today, he wouldn't be working out alone.
He made his way over to the treadmill, and threw his towel onto a nearby bench.
Cranking up the speed of the treadmill, he started into a light 2-mile jog, something to warm up with, and something that wouldn't tire him.
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 2:26 pm
Leon was glad to see his gym being put to use again. It brought him back to the days when it was first created. He finnished rearranging the equipment and nodded, satisfied with the way it looked. He walked over to his desk and pulled out some papers, filling out paperwork for new equipment if they were to ever need it.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 8:13 pm
Mark finished his last curl, his arms felt like jello, he let go of the weight, the twenty-five bound dead weight fell onto the rubber matted floor, it bounce once back into the air before landing onto it once more and rolling. Marks hands where shaking, it might be from all that adrenalin pumping though his system.
Looking up he saw the main lights flicker on followed by one of the guilds older members, Leon. Hearing Leon speak about people visiting he let out a smirk, granted Mark was on a location where one couldn't see him from the main entrance or main office. Laying down on the ground Mark looked up at the ceiling, to tired to bring himself up. Laying there and breathing heavily Mark began to count the ceiling tiles, halfway though he heard the moving of equipment, curling himself up Mark saw Leon rearranging the equipment. Letting out a sigh he plopped back down and rested for another few moments. His eye's where getting heavy and eventually drifted off into lala land.
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Mark awoke at the sound of Leon's voice, Mark had been lying there for what only seemed like a brief moment to him, but it had only been slightly over an hour. Marks muscles ached, his arms felt like jelly, his legs probably wouldn't keep him up for more than ten minutes, but that was about it, his back was a little sore from the lumbar machine, but other than that there was no other pain.
Looking down at his stomach Mark saw his abs, that four back needed to be stretched to the limit, keep it from becoming a two pack and well... becoming chubby. Mark rolled his eye's and literally rolled over to a machine that would apply pressure to his feet and allow him to begin curl ups. Mark positioned his feet and took a few more deep breaths before beginning his curl ups.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 12:08 pm
20 minutes after he started, Alexi finished his warm up. He was puffing a little bit, and sweating mildly. A clear indication that he hadnt been living up to his exercise requirements. Picking up his towel, he wrapped his face into it as he walked towards the leg press machine. He set the weights to 500, and stepped into the machine. He released the clamps and began to hoist the weight with his legs, puffing as he strained his legs to thier limit.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 9:28 pm
Mark let out a loud grunt as he began his sit ups, the pain in his arms was to much in order to keep them up and usable. Letting them go limp they slid down his chest and onto his lap, the pain was getting close to unbearable because of how much stress he was putting on other muscles that he had worked out. Disregarding the pain as best he could Mark continued curling his body.
"Forty-Eight! F-Forty-Nine!!! Fif-Fif Fiffty!" he shouted out. Hitting that fifty curl marker was what he could do. Mark's body went limp, his face red from all the blood pumping though him, his skin seemed to be releasing steam because of how hot he was and the cold air from the air conditioners. Mark lay there panting, his abs hurt, his arms hurt... everything felt like it was about to burst. Laying there and relaxing felt better, but remembering back to the day when Coach Hall told him that laying there after exercise would have all the blood pool to his back. Mark struggled to get to his feet, using anything nearby to help him. Staggering he walked to the showers, finding the handi-cap stall with the shower seat. "Thank god for the handi-capped!" he said clasping his hands together as he turned on the water. Sitting down in the shower seat he sat there letting the water wash over him, "This better good for my pores" he said to no one.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 3:24 pm
Mark finished washing himself off, he felt relaxed and energized. Mark twisted the nob that controlled the water flow, to the off position. Letting the water roll off his body, he shook his hair flinging water all over the place. Grabbing a towel he lightly dried off his upper torso before wrapping the towel around his waste. Grabbing another towel he ruffle it around in his hair absorbing the moisture and drying his hair. After rubbing his head for about a minute Mark put on some some shower shoes and walked back out into the gym just in his towels.
Walking to the main desk which had seen better days, walked behind and looked for the keys to the heaters. Finding it after rummaging through some old box he went into the back room where the water heater and power source where. Walking up to the water heater Mark turned the heater up a few degrees to 92 degree's. Power was never wasted since they where using the thermal power underneath them, finding slag deposits was great.
Walking back to the shower room, Mark had finally dried off considerably he preferred to air dry instead of using towels. Removing the towels, Mark got dressed in the locker room. Teeing his boots, and making sure his rank and ribbons where in the right place, he grabbed his towels and tossed them into the cleaning basket. Reaching the door Mark placed on his cover and walked out.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 7:07 pm
Alexi pushed his sweating legs up, lifting the 500 lbs weights to the apex of the rails and snapping the safety on the machine. He let out a massive gasp of air as his body relaxed. He was definitely slacking off. There was no denying that he would be in much worse had he not been consistent about doing crunches in his office.
Literally falling out of the machine onto his face, Alexi picked himself with a little effort and stumbled to a water fountain. Letting the cool water wash over his face, Alexi stretched. He turned off the fountain and walked to the bench.
Starting off lightly again, he put sixty pounds on the 45 lbs bar and began to lift. This time, there wasn't as much of a problem. The bar went up easily, and Alexi began to suspect that the weights were a little too light. After a few sets, he replaced the weights for a total of 130 lbs. The result was a much harder workout and Alexi was pleased at the relative consistency of his muscle power that had previously had when he was enrolled in the special forces academy.
Several sets later, Alexi was getting tired and bored. His pager had already gone off once and he was starting to worry that his intern was in a spot of trouble.
Alexi cooled down and took off the weights from the bar and leg lift machine. Wrapping a towel around his neck, he left the gym, whistling an old tune of Frank Sinatra's.
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 11:21 pm
Beldrack entered Gym and took a good look around. He had never had such a tidy and expansive training ground. The only thing he could use to practice in the beastlords' presence were victimized bodies and some of the underground walls. Stuck in awe, he let out a grunted growl and stepped over to the treadmill. He circled it before standing on the tread and looking puzzled at the console of commands. "Brotherhood technology is too difficult for it's own good..." he mumbled touching several buttons due to his claws but didn't brush on the power so nothing was happening.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 2:28 pm
Mickelle walks in to the gym, looks around nodding to the people that is in this places, he walks over to a empty bench press and takes over his vest and cloak and lay on the bench.... he starts out with light weight to get reps in the goes to the heavier set.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 2:30 pm
he does a couple of more reps and gets up and grabs hi stuff along with a towel. he wipes the sweat off his face and puts the towel over his shoulder and walks out into the morn air
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 1:27 pm
Dante made it to the gym and looked around to see the other members training.He walked up to a bench press,cracked his knuckles and got ready to lift some weights.As he layed on the bench he started his daily warm-up.
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