After years of training in the military and having to wake up early, Isaak didn’t even need an alarm clock. He had only needed one when he had been waking up at 4 to get to his shift at the hospital. Now that he was not working at the moment he allowed himself the few extra hours of sleep. He felt himself awake and slowly his eyes opened, blinking away sleep. Turning, he looked at the digital clock sitting on the bedside table and read 6:00. Hmm two hours did wonders from the usual as he reached both arms up and stretched them, letting out a yawn as he did so.
A light whimper came from the floor and Isaak looked over to see Lincoln on his new bed looking up at him with eager eyes. The little mutt’s tail thumped lightly against the wall at seeing his master up and awake.
Seeing the little dog Isaak smiled. ”Morning little mate. What do you say we go for a run on the beach?” he asked the dog and the latter responded by barking happily, standing up with front paws dancing on the floor in excitement. Chuckling, Isaak swung his legs out of bed and walked out of the bedroom with Lincoln on his heels.
Isaak let Lincoln in the backyard to do business while the man himself went to freshen up and change into workout clothes. He shucked the shorts he slept in for a pair of grey, knee-length, nylon running shorts. Pulling on a tight, maroon wife-beater over his head, Isaak grabbed a black drawstring backpack and stuffed in 40oz water bottle, his keys, a towel, and a pair of black Nikes and socks.
He ate a small energy meal consisting of a cup of coffee, a slice of toast with peanut butter and a banana. He also packed a few protein bars into his backpack for later on. Letting Lincoln back in Isaak made sure the dog had his collar on, grabbed Lincoln’s bowls and some dog food, and the two were out the front door. Lincoln waited for his master as he locked the door and the two started walking towards the beach. Isaak didn’t wear shoes because he enjoyed running barefoot through the sand.
Once they hit the sand they started jogging along the ocean line. They ran for quite some time before they took a water break. Since it was still early in the morning, the sun wasn’t up yet and there was a fresh breeze from the ocean, perfect weather. They jogged for a good hour and thirty minutes before Lincoln tired out and Isaak had to carry the poor puppy. But instead of heading home Isaak walked towards the Athletics Building. It’s been a while since he worked out intensively and he felt like he could use a workout regime again. Stopping outside the building, he found a nice shady area for Lincoln and placed the puppy down. Pulling out the dog bowls he filled one up with food and the other with water.
Lincoln’s tail wagged happily even as he was panting, tongue hanging out as he stared at his master lovingly. Isaak scratched him beneath the chin and behind the ears, chuckling at the dog’s cuteness.
”I won’t be long Lincoln. Be a good boy,” Isaak told the puppy as he walked inside the building, leaving Lincoln to rest outside as the sun was about to rise. The puppy lapped up some water and laid down to rest knowing his master would come for him later.
Inside Isaak whistled his surprise and approval for the facility. It was a large building with windows that let in the sun’s rays as they peaked over the horizon. It was still pretty early so the place was empty. He had already done cardio so Isaak pulled on a pair of training gloves as he headed towards the pull-up bar. He wiped a little bit of sweat from his brow and arms before setting his things down by the side of the equipment and then hoisting himself up on the bar.
He started with regular pull-ups, and then went to triceps pull-ups and then went through a multitude of variations he had learned while in the military, including ones where he had to clap between pull-ups. He felt a slight burn in his muscles and smirked; it’s been years since he kept up with working out. Ever since leaving the military after WWII he hadn’t had much time to himself. But now he had the day to himself and he’d spend a good few hours training his body again. He felt his wolf, Gunnar, growl in pleasure as his muscles worked to pull himself up; yeah it had been a long time since either of them had worked out properly.
"You've been letting us get soft Isaak, I've gotten a flabby gut lately and I want it gone, Gunnar joked as Isaak smirked when his head came above the bar.
"You? Flabby? C'mon mate you've not a shred of fat on ya. Flabby my arse," Isaak countered playfully as he started pulling up until his waist was above the bars and went down again.
Gunnar only laughed in response. "I haven't gotten the chance to be out in a while, mate. Feeling the urge to run for miles without stopping," the wolf huffed.
"We'll go running after dark tonight, promise you can run until your legs give out," Isaak responded and the two grinned in agreement.
Hearing someone approach the building, Lincoln’s ears twitched and he raised his head to see who was coming. Smelling a scent similar to his master’s the little dog’s tail wagged at the approaching stranger.
A light whimper came from the floor and Isaak looked over to see Lincoln on his new bed looking up at him with eager eyes. The little mutt’s tail thumped lightly against the wall at seeing his master up and awake.
Seeing the little dog Isaak smiled. ”Morning little mate. What do you say we go for a run on the beach?” he asked the dog and the latter responded by barking happily, standing up with front paws dancing on the floor in excitement. Chuckling, Isaak swung his legs out of bed and walked out of the bedroom with Lincoln on his heels.
Isaak let Lincoln in the backyard to do business while the man himself went to freshen up and change into workout clothes. He shucked the shorts he slept in for a pair of grey, knee-length, nylon running shorts. Pulling on a tight, maroon wife-beater over his head, Isaak grabbed a black drawstring backpack and stuffed in 40oz water bottle, his keys, a towel, and a pair of black Nikes and socks.
He ate a small energy meal consisting of a cup of coffee, a slice of toast with peanut butter and a banana. He also packed a few protein bars into his backpack for later on. Letting Lincoln back in Isaak made sure the dog had his collar on, grabbed Lincoln’s bowls and some dog food, and the two were out the front door. Lincoln waited for his master as he locked the door and the two started walking towards the beach. Isaak didn’t wear shoes because he enjoyed running barefoot through the sand.
Once they hit the sand they started jogging along the ocean line. They ran for quite some time before they took a water break. Since it was still early in the morning, the sun wasn’t up yet and there was a fresh breeze from the ocean, perfect weather. They jogged for a good hour and thirty minutes before Lincoln tired out and Isaak had to carry the poor puppy. But instead of heading home Isaak walked towards the Athletics Building. It’s been a while since he worked out intensively and he felt like he could use a workout regime again. Stopping outside the building, he found a nice shady area for Lincoln and placed the puppy down. Pulling out the dog bowls he filled one up with food and the other with water.
Lincoln’s tail wagged happily even as he was panting, tongue hanging out as he stared at his master lovingly. Isaak scratched him beneath the chin and behind the ears, chuckling at the dog’s cuteness.
”I won’t be long Lincoln. Be a good boy,” Isaak told the puppy as he walked inside the building, leaving Lincoln to rest outside as the sun was about to rise. The puppy lapped up some water and laid down to rest knowing his master would come for him later.
Inside Isaak whistled his surprise and approval for the facility. It was a large building with windows that let in the sun’s rays as they peaked over the horizon. It was still pretty early so the place was empty. He had already done cardio so Isaak pulled on a pair of training gloves as he headed towards the pull-up bar. He wiped a little bit of sweat from his brow and arms before setting his things down by the side of the equipment and then hoisting himself up on the bar.
He started with regular pull-ups, and then went to triceps pull-ups and then went through a multitude of variations he had learned while in the military, including ones where he had to clap between pull-ups. He felt a slight burn in his muscles and smirked; it’s been years since he kept up with working out. Ever since leaving the military after WWII he hadn’t had much time to himself. But now he had the day to himself and he’d spend a good few hours training his body again. He felt his wolf, Gunnar, growl in pleasure as his muscles worked to pull himself up; yeah it had been a long time since either of them had worked out properly.
"You've been letting us get soft Isaak, I've gotten a flabby gut lately and I want it gone, Gunnar joked as Isaak smirked when his head came above the bar.
"You? Flabby? C'mon mate you've not a shred of fat on ya. Flabby my arse," Isaak countered playfully as he started pulling up until his waist was above the bars and went down again.
Gunnar only laughed in response. "I haven't gotten the chance to be out in a while, mate. Feeling the urge to run for miles without stopping," the wolf huffed.
"We'll go running after dark tonight, promise you can run until your legs give out," Isaak responded and the two grinned in agreement.
Hearing someone approach the building, Lincoln’s ears twitched and he raised his head to see who was coming. Smelling a scent similar to his master’s the little dog’s tail wagged at the approaching stranger.
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