He seemed awkward, out of his element, walking into the sanctum of fitness. He was able to have a free trial day without paying to get in the door and only passed through the locker rooms to lock his things away.
His training on the otherside had been impromptu. No thought to proper attire or things like wrapping his hands. He felt like he was moving through a haze here now, trying to remember the proper workouts from a thousand years ago when he was a young boxer in school.
By the time the Professor found a heavy bag out of the way, away from most others, he was still looking very uncomfortable and out of place. Without someone else there to challenge him, he had a difficult time determining a routine to challenge himself.
He had no headphones, no hand wraps, and he hadn't even removed his glasses. Alg just punched the bag in aggravation in his t-shirt and sweats and willed himself to get into it.
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