Tae Practice :: Tatum

[castiel xavi sandoval]

It was Wednesday night, and after work Cas was headed to the gym to practice some taekwondo. Wednesdays were his sparring days, and that was why he had his bag of gear with him. Most of the time he was to fast or to good to get hit, but he always thought it was better to be safe then sorry. The thing that made him so good at sparring is the extra stuff he did outside of the gym, most people who do taekwondo at this gym normally only do taekwondo. Not him, he played soccer every day and that allows him to stay in top shape. So when his opponent is huffing and puffing fifteen minutes into an intense match he is still very fresh since he constantly plays 90 minutes of nonstop soccer. It didn’t sound like it was necessary to be in shape for taekwondo but if you asked him it was a necessity. Taekwondo wasn’t simply punching and kicking, it was much more then that but he never explained in a lot of detail to someone who didn’t know a thing about it.

Walking into the gym he greeted everyone respectfully before heading back into the guy’s locker room. Opening his locker he put his school bag inside, (he did his homework while at work since it is slow Wednesdays), and took his shoes off before putting them into his locker as well. Getting undressed he put his taekwondo uniform on, tied his black belt on his waist and walked outside to the padded area where he normally did his training. Before doing anything else he began to stretch out his legs and arms, so that when he started to work out he didn’t risk pulling a muscle. After about ten minutes of stretching out he looked for his master, and when saw him sitting down in his chair he walked over to him; before saying anything he gave a respectful bow, and did not stand back up until the master bowed back. That was the sign that it’d be alright to start talking. At first he kept the conversation casual, mainly asking about how the mans day had been and when his next test would be coming up, he had been a black belt for a year now and wanted to upgrade to a second degree black belt. He was more then ready for the test and his masters words were satisfying, and so he was happy his test was soon.

After the pleasantries he got down to business and asked who he would be working out with that evening. Looking around quickly he didn’t see any other black belts around, mainly just a bunch of younger students who weren’t even close to being black belts and suddenly he felt that today would be just a simple refresher day for the moves he already has down perfectly. Before he his hopes took a hit he heard the master say his partner would be out soon. Nodding his head he went to wait on the mats, hopefully his work out partner would be here soon because he has wanted to work out all day. This was the reason he looked forward to Wednesdays the most, a good old fashioned session where he got to put his skills to the test. Practice was good but it gets to the point where he wants to put the moves to use, and tonight was another night where he’d get to do that. It was just like soccer, he can practice all week but he really wanted to play the game already.


Word Count: 600
Note: Terrible, I know but it was the best I could do. Maybe have her walk out and have the master announce his partner is ready? XD
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