spar log!

[garmr]

Who: guts berserk and... you?
What: SWORDS PRACTICE!! SPARRING!!! PUNCH FRIENDSHIP?
Where: Training Area
When: After the sheetcake bonanza, during training time
Warnings/Notes: semi-open! Basically just a place to keep all the planned sparring threads together. Just hit me up if you'd like to do something.

(( Feel free to use the prompt below or have them be in a general training scenario - I will run with it! ))

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[garmr]

So, kind of like carrying buckets of water, or carrying things around in general. This did seem more familiar to something he'd do to train himself back in his mercenary days. Strike with a weapon to get good at striking, run to build your stamina, and carry heavy stuff around to build your strength.

Moving up and down with a big metal thing on his shoulders is simple enough, so he approaches a free rack to look at the bar and check the weights. One plate gets manipulated around in his hands to get a good tactile sense of it. Since they were made of metal, his prosthetic could actually get something of a grip of it.

Plus, no machines or pulleys to accidentally pull out of place. He could do this one, he supposes.

"And how many of these do you do? A hundred?"

Two hundred??? Two hundred toe raises. It is supposed to be a Day for Legs, right?

[wheyoftheadept]

"For you? Hell if I know, you just broke the bank. I say go until you feel the muscles tiring, and that's your baseline. Then every time you wanna do a few more, even if it's just five or ten. You know the drill."

He does, really; he has to, or else he would have killed himself with that big ol' pigsticker of his. But there's always room for improvement. That's the jock's creed.

Sword is life.