Post by Rhona Hall on Aug 7, 2022 7:01:52 GMT -6
Apparently when you get to a certain point most methods of working out on Earth don’t offer any resistance. And anyway, the prison doesn’t like when women work out. So Rhona has to be quiet and discreet if she wanted to keep up her form or even let loose some stiffness. The food is horrible, the clothes are near unbearable, the currency is basic human needs, and the privacy is none.
You are kind of stuck using your own body against itself. One of Rhona’s favorite things was holding her self up by her thumbs and planking for the whole night or switching to her toes lifting her whole form and staying there for the whole night. Balance uses every muscle in the body.
Tonight she is using her feet. With her toes flat on the bed mat her body on her belly lifted just a few inches. She started it as soon as the lights went out with the height of her feet, her ankles parallel with her shoulders her arms were behind her back. She remained toned but even as a woman she made sure nothing but her toes supported her above the mattress. She was completely still, no noise was made and no shaking was apparent. Her bunk mate on the bottom shook it as she tumbled and turned challenging Rhona occasionally to adjust her balance. After within a few hours sweat formed. She breathed carefully to keep the blood flowing to her toes to make sure they remained in circulation.
Sleep was hard these days. She shoved down much negative pain that remained fresh from when she found the last remains of her past obliterated in a crater. What ever she has done caused tremendous guilt. She was wanted on earth and somewhere in space and they came after her where they knew it would break her.
In a way she is trying to make amends. She wants to do right by Limax’s people, she wants to do right by her people, and if anyone came to her with a grudge she wanted to stop the cycle of vengeance. She acted on it, so did who ever took her family, so did the beast like people who took her… it had to stop.
Still the anger bubbles the person they took… her grandmother was probably minding her own business. Had done nothing but be a victim, as far as Rhona knew, that was it. Oh that hate bubbles.
It causes nightmares. Arriving at the crater she is faced with a shadow and it turns into Limax on that day Namek was destroyed all his fury and heart ache she felt it, resonated with it, and it turned into her raging and broken in the dirt that day. The horror and the heart ache burn so much in her that she stirs awake.
She falters from concentration a moment and her face hits the pillow and she is flat on her stomach again. She turned her head to one side to breath and shove back those feelings until she lifted herself back up.
She looked at the clock on the wall and noticed it was just a hair past midnight and she still had hours to go. Some nights are harder than others. Tonight was one of them.
You are kind of stuck using your own body against itself. One of Rhona’s favorite things was holding her self up by her thumbs and planking for the whole night or switching to her toes lifting her whole form and staying there for the whole night. Balance uses every muscle in the body.
Tonight she is using her feet. With her toes flat on the bed mat her body on her belly lifted just a few inches. She started it as soon as the lights went out with the height of her feet, her ankles parallel with her shoulders her arms were behind her back. She remained toned but even as a woman she made sure nothing but her toes supported her above the mattress. She was completely still, no noise was made and no shaking was apparent. Her bunk mate on the bottom shook it as she tumbled and turned challenging Rhona occasionally to adjust her balance. After within a few hours sweat formed. She breathed carefully to keep the blood flowing to her toes to make sure they remained in circulation.
Sleep was hard these days. She shoved down much negative pain that remained fresh from when she found the last remains of her past obliterated in a crater. What ever she has done caused tremendous guilt. She was wanted on earth and somewhere in space and they came after her where they knew it would break her.
In a way she is trying to make amends. She wants to do right by Limax’s people, she wants to do right by her people, and if anyone came to her with a grudge she wanted to stop the cycle of vengeance. She acted on it, so did who ever took her family, so did the beast like people who took her… it had to stop.
Still the anger bubbles the person they took… her grandmother was probably minding her own business. Had done nothing but be a victim, as far as Rhona knew, that was it. Oh that hate bubbles.
It causes nightmares. Arriving at the crater she is faced with a shadow and it turns into Limax on that day Namek was destroyed all his fury and heart ache she felt it, resonated with it, and it turned into her raging and broken in the dirt that day. The horror and the heart ache burn so much in her that she stirs awake.
She falters from concentration a moment and her face hits the pillow and she is flat on her stomach again. She turned her head to one side to breath and shove back those feelings until she lifted herself back up.
She looked at the clock on the wall and noticed it was just a hair past midnight and she still had hours to go. Some nights are harder than others. Tonight was one of them.