Post by Devinder Singh on Nov 29, 2016 22:10:44 GMT
It was starting to get cold. Winter was aiming to move in, shoving autumn off to the side in favour of frosty mornings. Before it got too icy and cold, Devinder was taking advantage of the fresh morning air to jog. Eventually, he'd move his activities indoors and make use of a treadmill when the ice became a hazard and the cold air would hurt his lungs. The Academy had special gym equipment for the students and staff. A regular treadmill wouldn't be able to keep up with Devinder when he started really putting in an effort, but for now, a jog would be enough to warm up his muscles and get him ready to face the day.
It was just after 6:00 am, and he had been jogging for an hour already. He had to double the time of the jog to make it worth the effort, since he had the gift of superhuman speed. But, outside of the Academy, he didn't like using his speed around average people. Although it was early, there were like-minded people out for their morning walks, either solo, with a partner, or even a few dog walkers. Devinder would jog for another hour, and start making his way home for 7:30 am, so he could shower, eat a big breakfast, and tie his turban before heading to the Academy to teach.
As he kept moving, a sudden sharp pain shot up his leg, starting from his knee. He hissed a quiet expletive in Punjabi before slowing to a walk, and then to a stop. It felt like fire was scorching his knee joint and needles were jabbing into his thigh and calf muscles. He swore again. The cold messed with his joints. For a moment, he sorely missed the heat of India. His knees, which he had injured badly almost 15 years ago, almost never bothered him in the heat. He took a tentative step forward and immediately yelped. Shit. He was not going to be able to limp home on time. And of course he had left his cellphone on his kitchen counter when he left earlier that morning, so he couldn't even call a cab.
He looked around, hoping he could flag someone down to ask for help-- at least to borrow their phone to call for a ride.
It was just after 6:00 am, and he had been jogging for an hour already. He had to double the time of the jog to make it worth the effort, since he had the gift of superhuman speed. But, outside of the Academy, he didn't like using his speed around average people. Although it was early, there were like-minded people out for their morning walks, either solo, with a partner, or even a few dog walkers. Devinder would jog for another hour, and start making his way home for 7:30 am, so he could shower, eat a big breakfast, and tie his turban before heading to the Academy to teach.
As he kept moving, a sudden sharp pain shot up his leg, starting from his knee. He hissed a quiet expletive in Punjabi before slowing to a walk, and then to a stop. It felt like fire was scorching his knee joint and needles were jabbing into his thigh and calf muscles. He swore again. The cold messed with his joints. For a moment, he sorely missed the heat of India. His knees, which he had injured badly almost 15 years ago, almost never bothered him in the heat. He took a tentative step forward and immediately yelped. Shit. He was not going to be able to limp home on time. And of course he had left his cellphone on his kitchen counter when he left earlier that morning, so he couldn't even call a cab.
He looked around, hoping he could flag someone down to ask for help-- at least to borrow their phone to call for a ride.