A Human Workout

Practice the next few days were rough. I wanted to work extra hard so I wouldn’t be disappointed in my next performance. As a team, we worked out Monday and Tuesday and the rest of the week all we did was stretch and warm up in preparation for the meet over the weekend. I did a lot of extra lifting after practice and a lot of work to get more flexible in hopes that will make me faster. My coach once told me before that being flexible increases your speed and makes you more mobile. I would do these drills that you would hop over a hurdle and then go under them stretching your hip flexor muscle. After these drills, I would use resistive bands to stretch the muscles in my legs and in my hip. I would hope after all this extra work I would see a big difference.

“The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way towards the lagoon.” (pg. 7)

He slowly awakened and sensed someone above him, that aroma was pretty familiar to him... it was the princess. He was ecstatic, perhaps the whole thing, the trial, arena, wedding and just perhaps it all was a terrifying nightmare. He glanced to see the other side of the bed to make sure it was, but instead, he saw a lifeless body of the young maiden.

As he walked past the water he saw what was left of what was once his domain, a ruined memory of what he considered his golden age. Abandoned towers, broken pipes, and beanstalks grown up to great heights, leftovers of a world that he knew and loved, over and gone what once was golden and bronze. Afterthoughts of what was now gone leave him depressed, leaving him angry and sad, something which he would surely lose sleep over. Yet somehow he knew he had it good now, his life wasn't over and gone in a pile. Walking past the shores and the dock on the water, he looked past the bricks, the blocks in a pile. He noticed great items, thrown in the water, fungus and ferns and tossed about the area. These items he once used, he would swallow them whole,

pents about her ankles. She walked out. The water was chill, but she talked on. The water was deep, but she lifted her white body and reached out with a long, sweeping stroke. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.

Slipping smoothly through the water came naturally to Duncan as natural as taking his next breath. He detected Adaira arms started to lose their grip around his neck; he realized the over seven kilometer's through the water had been harder than she would admit. She turned out to be a trooper, not one to complain. He would’ve never guessed her mettle from judging their first encounter at the nightclub in Hollywood, all dolled-up ready to hit the club scene. This was a woman full of surprises. Definitely, a female a male would need to keep his attention focused on, to stay at the top of his game.

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With the wide variety of Iowa State University students on and off campus everyone has different opinions on exercising at the Lied Recreational Athletic Facility. Since the workout facility is easily accessible for me, I choose to take time out of my day to work out every day. This electrifying change in my daily routine has altered my college experience and time management skills because while I’m exercising it gives me the opportunity to relieve all the stress I encountered during the day. Even with all the school the work I have experienced so far it keeps me on my toes when I have to balance education with the amount of time I want to spend at the gym. Also, by me going to the gym it keeps me in shape for sports and extra-circular activities that I want to engage in. I played basketball, football, and baseball my entire life and now that I have all this free time it really gives me time to focus on some of the hobbies I have more than ever before.

The moment it dinged, she collected both of the pieces and shoved them into her mouth as fast as she could possibly manage. She snatched her bag and ran out of the house, yelling a goodbye to her parents. She sprinted as far as her legs could carry her until finally, she slowed down to rest. Breathing heavily, she was reminded of when she’d woke that morning. That dream… That boy… I’ve never seen him before. Or that place, even. She was pondering the matter when suddenly, she was seized from behind. Yelping with surprised she turned her head to look at her attacker. Familiar blue eyes met hers and she immediately

Next, a yellow cocktail music bursts as the cheers of people raised up into the air again. The crowd moved more swiftly around the garden, flowing, dissolving, and merging back into the same form again. The sky slowly turned orange –the sun was heavily sinking into the horizon – and Tom’s boutonniere enhanced its bloodiness and Daisy’s white dress dyed in an elegant yellow. As Tom looked over the crowd, all the immaculate white dresses that were dancing on the grass like fairies were soaked in the sunlight, each one in vivid, but lusterless colours. However, there was a ray of light that caught Tom’s eyes as he overlooked on the people. It was one of the house maids, sweeping the fallen leaves as her pale ring-finger gleamed a dull reflection of the sunshine. She was a woman with a roundish figure, probably in her early thirties. There were no traces of beauty in her appearances like Mary Pickford or a fashionable stylishness like Pola Nergi, but there was an immediate vitality that could be percept straightaway, just like Myrtle. No, exactly like Myrtle, Tom thought. There were no specific similarities between them, but Tom felt like a child who found a puzzle piece that he’s been looking for ages, or perhaps a fragment of a story from his favorite child

In the afternoon of a certain summer's day, after Pearl grew big enough to run about, she amused herself with gathering wild-flowers, and flinging them at her mother's bosom; dancing whenever she hit the scarlet letter. Hester's first motion had been to cover her bosom. But, whether from pride or resignation, she resisted the impulse, and sat, looking sadly into little Pearl's wild eyes. At last, her shot being all expended (18), the child stood still and gazed at Hester.

CrossFit is constantly varied functional movements performed at high intensity. All CrossFit workouts are based on functional movements, and these movements reflect the best aspects of gymnastics, weightlifting, running, rowing and more. These are the core movements of life. They move the largest loads the longest distances, so they are ideal for maximizing the amount of work done in the shortest time. Intensity is essential for results and is measurable as work divided by time—or power. The more work you do in less time, or the higher the power output, the more intense the effort. By employing a constantly varied approach to training, functional movements and

A young girl shook nervously at the sight of the wide tides of her family's privately owned ocean side. She herself had lived in this familiar place for over eleven years... Why was she so scared to do this? She sighed underneath her shaky breath and made her way towards the waves, dragging her surfboard closely with her. When she reached the area she was greeted by her father, A strong but yet still a goofy professional surfer. When he saw his daughter has finally pushed back her peers, he smiled and walked towards her. "How ya doin' pumpkin?" she stared at him with glassy eyes before replying."I'm fine, I guess." her voice was dry. The man simply shook his head and bent down towards her. "Amber." He said with a serious tone, "I want you to go out and surf like you mean it... Just

In the books, the young protagonist relishes the feeling of warm, damp sand seeping between her toes and breathes in the thick scent of salty ocean air as she traipses along the Atlantic coast. The sweet sound of laughing children and crashing waves fills her ears, and the cool metal of her sunglasses soothes her skin against the harsh summer heat.

‘Wow, impressive.’ Charlotte replied lost in thought. Intelligent, gorgeous, dark blond hair a little messy, tanned skin. Hazel eyes she could get lost in forever. His relaxed jeans hung off his waist, his pale yellow surf tee highlighted his toned athletic physique concealed beneath, irresistible. ‘Are you a surfer?’ ‘Me, no, I don’t like the beach. I dressed with the theme tonight. I’m guessing you love the beach with that gorgeous tan of yours.’ ‘Me?