A Return to Routine

Hara would rise from his small makeshift bed that morning with one thing on his mind. Progress, movement, activity. He had spent too long in the hotsprings not focusing on his physical well being, and he found himself longing for the routine of working out again. With this in mind he rose that day with a plan. He would challenge himself to jog and run as far as he could for as long as he could through the Land of Hot Springs. His route would take him through the village itself, into the black market, and back around to his encampment on the far edge of the village.

With his route set, he would go about preparing, bringing a small sack of food for halfway through the journey but having a relatively light meal to start the day off. He would make sure to intake plenty of water, and would fill two large jugs with more water to add to his carrying weight and give him that much more of a challenge.

He would begin his jog at a slow but steady pace, feeling his body align with itself and shaking out the rust from the night's sleep, his breath would form into small clouds in front of himself as he breathed in a methodical pace. Eventually, the sweat and heat built up from his exertion would cause small wisps of vapor to escape from his skin as he paused to take a sip of water. He would sigh contentedly, he loved the feeling of exerting himself and he could sometimes feel his body growing stronger by the second.

With his brief break over he would continue his jog, eventually entering into the town proper. People would give him a wide berth as he lumbered through the town, his heart rate beginning to elevate and his lungs beginning to show the slightest hint of burning. He would scowl in determination and focus, only furthering his unapproachability as he jogged through the town.

(Exit)

WC: 332

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Hara wrote:

(Exit)

WC: 332

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