8th chime 40th of Spring 515 A.V
Clattering steel; perpetual sweating and aching muscles were all that the day would bring for Holland. Shirtless once more, and out amidst the middle of The Bronze Woods was he found. Currently standing erect; with his hands upon his hips. Attempting to catch his breath after the long period of intense and rapid physical strain. Having worked since the seventh chime; practically without having even taken a single break in between. The sun rose, and it was quite the sight to have seen on this beautiful day. Beads of sweat poured from his visage, neck and torso; down onto his royal blue trousers. Holland somehow knew; that eventually stressing his body like this would only pay off in the end. Regardless of how incredibly horrid it was; Holland didn't quite like to sweat and dirty himself up like this. He'd surely be visiting a lake and or near by river to cleanse himself afterward. The day began with Holland rolling out of his bed roll, and exiting his tent. Immediately he began to notice that the sun had just now began to rise. Therefore he decided upon making today; a day for relentless training and hard work.
Improvement was quite the influential virtue in Hollands life. Therefore; Holland would strive to achieve it at all costs. At the beginning of the seventh bell; Holland prepared by stretching, and getting ready to exercise. The first stretch was a rather simplistic one; Holland leans forward touching his toes. Feeling the very slight amount of pain given off by such a stretch; yet, simultaneously it felt great. Holland then attempts to stand upon one leg and grasp hold of his ankle; pulling it backward. Allowing the ball of his right heel to impact his rear-end. Feeling the incredibly amazing sensation of stretching out the thigh. Before he repeats the aforementioned motion yet again using the opposite heel. After which he stretches out both his arms; starting with the right arm. Holland grasped hold of his right wrist using his left hand; slowly but steadily pulling it in the opposite direction. Feeling the stretch in the bicep, and absolutely enjoying it.
Holland concludes his series of stretches; leaning forward. Before he begins to jog off into the woods at a brisk pace. Although he wasn't quite good with running for long distances just yet ; he would try to the best of his ability to push himself. Regardless of the fact that he lacked the muse to even bother lifting a finger today he continues on. Practically having been left to force himself to run. He grew tired at an incredibly rapid pace; only his sheer will-power kept him running for now. Before he stops briefly placing his right hand upon a Tree. With a rather decent amount of sweat coming down his visage; he could feel the burn sting and ache of several muscles in his legs.
