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« Thread Started on Nov 25, 2007, 11:25pm » | |
-I know, I know, it goes on and on about his obsession of hockey... -
Everyone has a place where they can relax, zone out, forget all their crappy problems, and focus on one thing. A lot of the time its a sport, like soccer or football or baseball or something, others its reading. But like a lot of people, his was sports. Hockey actually. Erik was obsessed with the sport, it ran his life, he did everything around his two and a half hour hockey practices. Really, an hour an a half, but he always did an hour of either shooting practice, footwork, stick handling, or whatever else he felt like practicing at the moment. Erik was an athletic person, always had been, he had a muscular, athletic build, and at six foot three and two hundred and ten pounds of muscle, he also had a defensive build. A build made to slam people into boards and fight people off of the puck. A build that was ready for pain.
Actually, Erik kind of had an addiction to pain or something, not literally, but he didn't care if he got injured, as long as he was still able to play. His practice had ended fifteen minutes earlier and he was still skating. Blood was dripping from under his eye, from a puck, and it was a bit swollen and purpley bruising circled it, but he didn't care. He was totally focused on the fact that he wasn't fast enough. Not that he would ever be fast enough, shoot hard enough, hit good enough, pass perfect enough, or anything, but that was because he had standards, and every time he met his standards, he raised them. Dedication was the word some use, obsession was the word psychologists would use. He never gave up, and being injured pissed him off, so he'd do as much working out as his injury would let him.
His feet moved as quick as he could get them, and he was tired already from a hard practice, especially since the coach was working on the defensive part of the team today, and for the last two days. His stick in his hand, moving the puck forward in front of him. His eyes were not focused on anything but getting speed. His body was pouring out sweat and he was not looking attractive. He didn't wear a helmet not because he was not going to be checked at all now. He finally stopped and went to the bench. Gulping down some water. He sat down. Sighing. He ran a hand through his slick with sweat hair. Shaking his head. He rested his head in his hands for two moments before standing up and skating circles slowly. He went back to the bench and grabbed a bucket of pucks and his stick. He headed towards the net and dumped the bucket where he wanted to shoot from. He rotated between slap shots and wrist shots.
His head flung around to look at his coach when he suddenly heard the coach speak. The coach told him he should relax, he shouldn't skate so hard and work his body so hard, considering Erik ran every morning before volleyball, had gym right before hockey practice, and skated an extra hour every day after practice, and that he skated every Saturday and Sunday as well as lifted weights every evening before bed. Yes, he was obsessed with working out and keeping his body in good condition, but it was to a level where he didn't have much of a social life between hockey and school. He nodded, and once the coach left, he returned to shooting the pucks. He didn't really need to practice shooting, he was defense, but he wanted to. The blood was slowly drying into crusty grossness on his cheek. Very attractive.
Erik finally put all the pucks away and then sat down in the middle of the empty rink. Head in his hands. Thinking things through. The teams first game was a week away and he knew that they were expected to win seeing as the team they brought together was pretty good. It wasn't a big team, they had six defense men,. Ten forwards, and two goalies. Their solid, good goalie, and a small little guy who was almost afraid of the puck, but was better then any of the other people they had tried out. He wanted things to go good.
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