Post by Rhys Bevan on Jun 5, 2008 19:32:32 GMT
OOC: Really enjoyed our last Neutral thread so...
Rhys felt his heart beat like a drum in his ribcage as he rounded the sharpest corner of the track. He was generally opposed to doing laps but his fitness level had decreased significantly in recent months and he was growing anxious for his own health. And so, for the past couple of days, he had been getting up at the crack of dawn to go for an early morning run.
It was more relaxing when he was alone. There were only a couple of other men joining him and they were both new recruits, inexperienced and reckless. They were miles behind.
Rhys preferred it like this. This way, you weren't competing against anyone but yourself. Rhys pulled to a stop after 1000 metres, a stitch in his side suddenly growing too painful to bear. He spluttered and wheezed loudly, clutching his side as the pain died down. He had made good time, he noted. Just ten seconds off from his personal best.
"Come on then, Sarge," grinned one of the privates, jogging up to the sergeant. "Rematch?"
Rhys smirked. New privates were always cocky, particularly towards Corporals and Sergeants. Those who were superior to them in rank but had little actual power. There was no doubt in Rhys' mind that he would thrash the eager privates in a race but if he lost...Rhys sucked the air through his teeth. He would be a laughing stock.
"Sure thing, Private," grinned Rhys. "Just don't cry when I kick your little bottom all the way to Berlin!"
And with that, they were off.
Rhys felt his heart beat like a drum in his ribcage as he rounded the sharpest corner of the track. He was generally opposed to doing laps but his fitness level had decreased significantly in recent months and he was growing anxious for his own health. And so, for the past couple of days, he had been getting up at the crack of dawn to go for an early morning run.
It was more relaxing when he was alone. There were only a couple of other men joining him and they were both new recruits, inexperienced and reckless. They were miles behind.
Rhys preferred it like this. This way, you weren't competing against anyone but yourself. Rhys pulled to a stop after 1000 metres, a stitch in his side suddenly growing too painful to bear. He spluttered and wheezed loudly, clutching his side as the pain died down. He had made good time, he noted. Just ten seconds off from his personal best.
"Come on then, Sarge," grinned one of the privates, jogging up to the sergeant. "Rematch?"
Rhys smirked. New privates were always cocky, particularly towards Corporals and Sergeants. Those who were superior to them in rank but had little actual power. There was no doubt in Rhys' mind that he would thrash the eager privates in a race but if he lost...Rhys sucked the air through his teeth. He would be a laughing stock.
"Sure thing, Private," grinned Rhys. "Just don't cry when I kick your little bottom all the way to Berlin!"
And with that, they were off.
