FAKE Double Drabble: Fit And Ready
Title: Fit And Ready
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 418: Burn at drabble_weekly.
Setting: After Like Like Love.
Summary: Ryo’s training is going well, he’s fitter than he’s ever been.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ryo ran steadily, feeling the muscles in his legs burn but paying little attention to the discomfort. He was breathing well, and he felt strong, even if this uphill stretch was a bit of a strain.
There was less than a month now until the New York marathon, and his training had been going well, building up muscle, improving his stamina and overall fitness. Today’s run was approximately fifteen miles, more than half the marathon distance, and he didn’t have much further to go, yet he wasn’t feeling overly tired. That was good.
The actual marathon would be another matter, running with hundreds of other people, probably getting jostled at the start before the field started to spread out, but as long as he paced himself, he thought he had a good chance of completing the run, maybe even finishing in a not too shabby time. The weather should be pleasantly cool for the race, he was just hoping it would be dry. Running in the rain wouldn’t be pleasant, and there was always the risk of slipping on wet leaves.
He picked up the pace, the burn in his legs increasing. He could hardly wait for the big day!
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 418: Burn at drabble_weekly.
Setting: After Like Like Love.
Summary: Ryo’s training is going well, he’s fitter than he’s ever been.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ryo ran steadily, feeling the muscles in his legs burn but paying little attention to the discomfort. He was breathing well, and he felt strong, even if this uphill stretch was a bit of a strain.
There was less than a month now until the New York marathon, and his training had been going well, building up muscle, improving his stamina and overall fitness. Today’s run was approximately fifteen miles, more than half the marathon distance, and he didn’t have much further to go, yet he wasn’t feeling overly tired. That was good.
The actual marathon would be another matter, running with hundreds of other people, probably getting jostled at the start before the field started to spread out, but as long as he paced himself, he thought he had a good chance of completing the run, maybe even finishing in a not too shabby time. The weather should be pleasantly cool for the race, he was just hoping it would be dry. Running in the rain wouldn’t be pleasant, and there was always the risk of slipping on wet leaves.
He picked up the pace, the burn in his legs increasing. He could hardly wait for the big day!
The End