I wake up this morning by rolling off my bed and falling onto the floor. 'Ouch!' My pet cat, Rosie, just gives me a look like 'Finally you are up. I demand food. Now' 'Coming, Rosie,' I get up and make my way over to the kitchen and get Rosie her wet food. After giving Rosie her food, I head to the bathroom, to get ready for the day. After getting my clothes on, I head back out and grab myself breakfast. 'Bye Rosie!' I head out, getting on my XZ6800 motorcycle. Roaring down the drive, I turn left, heading for the city.
Feeling the wind in my face, I speed up, laughter bubbling up and escaping my mouth. I make my way to the local gym. 'Now who can I find to spar with me?' I wonder out loud. I walk in, looking around at my potential sparring partners. Not a single one stands out.
Sighing unhappily, I head to the treadmills and start one up. Putting my MP3 into the holder on the treadmill, I start with a light jog. 'Radioactive' by Imagine Dragons comes through my headphones, making me pick up my pace. I run for about 30 minutes. After I'm done with the treadmill, I head to a row of punching bags. Picking one, I start off with a combination of punches and kicks. I use the punching bag for about 2 hours, before I finish. I stop and take a 3 minute break for water.
Looking around again, I spot a possible sparring partner. The person I spot is a guy around my age, kinda thin, but has a quiet strength about him. I slowly walk up to him, a small smile on my face. 'Hi, my name is Kenna. What's yours?' I ask. 'Uh, hi I'm Elijah. What's up?' 'I hope you don't think this strange, but I'm looking for a sparring partner. I thought you might be up for it.' I say. 'Sparring? Uh, sure, I can give it a go' Elijah replied. 'Great!' I respond enthusiastically. 'Here let's move to these mats over here, out of the way of others' I suggest. 'Ok,' He answered.
