Post by Morgan Owen on Dec 11, 2017 1:45:14 GMT -5
It was a beautiful evening. It was one of those evenings during which you could see your cold breath in front of you. It was one of those evenings when it was cold enough to bring color to your cheeks and freeze your toes enough to make walking uncomfortable. It was an evening to walk along with your significant other and sip hot cocoa and go ice skating.
It was not the opportune time for doing yoga. Yoga in a studio or better yet, in your living room, would have been a better option. Zero out of ten people would not have recommended doing yoga in the park on a night like this.
Yet there he was, stripped down to a tank top and a pair of (men's?) tights doing all the downward canine positions and weird leg contortion. He actually wasn't bad at it, but considering it was part of his job to be an athlete, that wasn't an impressive accomplishment. He needed he maintain his status as a killing machine without actually killing anyone, so he turned to yoga, martial arts, and other "safe fitness alternatives" that gave him something to do with his killing urges.
His coat and warm boots were in a pile next to him. He had the decency to bring a yoga mat with him and he was showing off a series of elaborate sketches and poses on it. He was surprisingly flexible for a man of his age and size...not to mention his body temperature, suffering as it might be. Exactly why he was doing this was up for debate, although those who knew him well may have suggested that it was to get attention.
It was not the opportune time for doing yoga. Yoga in a studio or better yet, in your living room, would have been a better option. Zero out of ten people would not have recommended doing yoga in the park on a night like this.
Yet there he was, stripped down to a tank top and a pair of (men's?) tights doing all the downward canine positions and weird leg contortion. He actually wasn't bad at it, but considering it was part of his job to be an athlete, that wasn't an impressive accomplishment. He needed he maintain his status as a killing machine without actually killing anyone, so he turned to yoga, martial arts, and other "safe fitness alternatives" that gave him something to do with his killing urges.
His coat and warm boots were in a pile next to him. He had the decency to bring a yoga mat with him and he was showing off a series of elaborate sketches and poses on it. He was surprisingly flexible for a man of his age and size...not to mention his body temperature, suffering as it might be. Exactly why he was doing this was up for debate, although those who knew him well may have suggested that it was to get attention.