And to think the rest of the team grumbled about coming up here to Delphi for high-altitude training. Frak that: there's nothing, nothing like the smell of the clean air in a mountain forest. All his life he's had a thing for the outdoors. Sure, there was a really nice track at the gym at his high school back on Picon, but shit weather or not, he ran outside. Same thing at Atlas, with its state-of-the-art facilities: he runs outside. On the field, around the backstops, up through the seats, to the top tier and behind where he has a clear path. He can spend frakking hours doing that. It's as close as he gets to high-altitude right there in the heart of C-City, as close as he gets to that feeling of unfettered freedom he has now.
Delphi. He loves it here. He went to school not too far away, before he was drafted into pro ball, and has the fondest memories. Some of his classmates, man, they were... frakking insane, that's the best way to describe them, but it was good. It was all good, and he loved it then and he loves it now, so many years later. After more than a decade as a pro pyramid player, he still loves coming back here, retracing his steps through these woods, through the well-trod paths that slice through the trees like tributaries leading to some greater ocean.
He could run for hours. Run and breathe every bit of this gorgeous frakking planet right into his lungs and he knows the secret of high-altitude training, knows what miracles it works on the body's systems, about how it floods the circulatory system with oxygen. Gives you a boost for days and days after, too and if it was up to him -- it isn't, but if it was -- he'd be here every week. Every other week, looking up at the sky through the trees, drowning in an ocean of brown and green, feeling his body grow stronger and stronger with every passing minute.
And yeah, he'd still take on two and three and four of his teammates at once and yeah, he'd still lose to them spectacularly, but he wouldn't care. On days like this, everything he wants is right here. It's right frakking here, and he can never get enough.
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Date: 2012-02-01 12:22 am (UTC)Delphi. He loves it here. He went to school not too far away, before he was drafted into pro ball, and has the fondest memories. Some of his classmates, man, they were... frakking insane, that's the best way to describe them, but it was good. It was all good, and he loved it then and he loves it now, so many years later. After more than a decade as a pro pyramid player, he still loves coming back here, retracing his steps through these woods, through the well-trod paths that slice through the trees like tributaries leading to some greater ocean.
He could run for hours. Run and breathe every bit of this gorgeous frakking planet right into his lungs and he knows the secret of high-altitude training, knows what miracles it works on the body's systems, about how it floods the circulatory system with oxygen. Gives you a boost for days and days after, too and if it was up to him -- it isn't, but if it was -- he'd be here every week. Every other week, looking up at the sky through the trees, drowning in an ocean of brown and green, feeling his body grow stronger and stronger with every passing minute.
And yeah, he'd still take on two and three and four of his teammates at once and yeah, he'd still lose to them spectacularly, but he wouldn't care. On days like this, everything he wants is right here. It's right frakking here, and he can never get enough.
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Date: 2012-02-04 05:55 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2012-02-05 09:23 pm (UTC)