After her discussion of gymnastics, Kathy found herself in the mood to go through a routine or two. She hadn't really done much since coming back after break and she was starting to feel it. She had a bunch of excess energy lately and without either gymnastics or her studies to pour it into, she was getting restless.
The weather made her decide to skip the gym, so she headed back up to her dorm. There wasn't a lot of room in there to maneuver, but that just meant she had less room for error, right?
A bit of shifting to push her desk over to Flick's side gave her enough space to work out and she quickly changed into her usual workout gear: sports bra for what little chest she had, comfortable yoga pants, legwarmers and socks. Then she put her iPod into the speaker dock and started blasting workout music. Most of the girls she'd gone to lessons with had liked soothing, classical music to work out to. Kathy? Really liked dubstep. It just seemed better to move to!
Okay, warm-up time. Her muscles were stiff and needed to be stretched before she could hit the floor properly, but before her playlist was even halfway over, she was bringing her feet over her head and in front of her face like normal.
...Well, a gymnast's version of normal, anyway.
[Door ajar and post open! Up early because new canon makes me want to plaaaaay her and I should post before I get distracted again. I'll pick up pings in the morning. If you want to know what her warmup looks like, the link goes to a gymnast video. SFW, but it plays music so you might want to mute it. Also, just watching her hurts my everything.]
- Room 508, Friday Morning