Well, at least he hadn't gone out drinking last night. That was a step in the right direction. But he'd slept in a lot longer than he thought. It was afternoon. He guessed that was what three weeks of all drinking and only cat-napping did for guy. He'd slept fairly well, considering that in twelve whole hours, he'd only woken up with a start three times. Each time he was damp with cold sweat. Still couldn't get what happened out of his mind. It still stabbed at his heart, his emotions and his mind.
However, he knew that drowning himself in drink was a terrible way to honor those who had lost their lives. He still felt guilty for surviving. He still hated the government for what they did. He figured that he had to get himself out of whatever funk he'd put himself in. Exercise was always good for both the mind and body, and he'd let himself go the past three weeks. It was time to step back up to the plate, and get back in shape.
A jog on the local bike path that ran along the street near his apartment was as good as anything to get the lungs going and the blood pumping.
He was almost ready to cross to the other side of the arterial, near the bottom of a hill, when he heard a screaming expletive. Looking in the direction of the sound, he was incredulous to see an wolf hound pulling a dude on a roller blades. By the look of it, he was one very out of control dude and he was heading directly for Sano at a high rate of speed.
The ex op prepared himself to intercept the dynamic duo who seemed hell bent on capturing the man and dog downhill speed record.
He stepped to the side and waited until the dog just passed by him. Then he jumped into action, grabbing the dog's leash with his right hand and the dudes arm with his left hand, hoping he wouldn’t injure the kid’s arm. (The way Sano figured it, a broken arm was better than being run over by a truck.)
He then leaned back and began to swing the duo in a circle around him, redirecting their path of movement. Once he had them circling around him he began to slow them down until the boy and dog finally skidded to a halt, landing in a heap at the side of the street.
Dang, that was hard on his wrists. Sano rubbed his palms together to get rid of the numbness cause by his grip on the dog's leash and the kid’s arm. He wiggled his fingers, shook his hands, and moved each arm around, windmill-style to get the circulation going again in his hands. Just like he did to restore the circulation in his cold hands when he was skiing.
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However, he knew that drowning himself in drink was a terrible way to honor those who had lost their lives. He still felt guilty for surviving. He still hated the government for what they did. He figured that he had to get himself out of whatever funk he'd put himself in. Exercise was always good for both the mind and body, and he'd let himself go the past three weeks. It was time to step back up to the plate, and get back in shape.
A jog on the local bike path that ran along the street near his apartment was as good as anything to get the lungs going and the blood pumping.
He was almost ready to cross to the other side of the arterial, near the bottom of a hill, when he heard a screaming expletive. Looking in the direction of the sound, he was incredulous to see an wolf hound pulling a dude on a roller blades. By the look of it, he was one very out of control dude and he was heading directly for Sano at a high rate of speed.
The ex op prepared himself to intercept the dynamic duo who seemed hell bent on capturing the man and dog downhill speed record.
He stepped to the side and waited until the dog just passed by him. Then he jumped into action, grabbing the dog's leash with his right hand and the dudes arm with his left hand, hoping he wouldn’t injure the kid’s arm. (The way Sano figured it, a broken arm was better than being run over by a truck.)
He then leaned back and began to swing the duo in a circle around him, redirecting their path of movement. Once he had them circling around him he began to slow them down until the boy and dog finally skidded to a halt, landing in a heap at the side of the street.
Dang, that was hard on his wrists. Sano rubbed his palms together to get rid of the numbness cause by his grip on the dog's leash and the kid’s arm. He wiggled his fingers, shook his hands, and moved each arm around, windmill-style to get the circulation going again in his hands. Just like he did to restore the circulation in his cold hands when he was skiing.
The kid and dog were in quite a tangle.
"Hey, kid. You okay?"