Pushing It [Renee]
Aug 4, 2013 19:04:40 GMT -5
Post by Tomer Berelowitz on Aug 4, 2013 19:04:40 GMT -5
Tomer spent a good amount of time trying to convince himself he did not dread powers training, because it was an over-used and over-dramatic word. Everyone had to train, and it would definitely be beneficial even if it seemed daunting now, but... yes, dreading was the right word. From what little he'd heard, diligence and dedication were great, encouraged even, but a lot of powers had aspects that simply could not be controlled. Tomer knew the paralysis was never going to go away, even before the doctors had said so. He could feel how it all worked, how much left when he let it out, how much remained, and how fast it filled back up. And in those first days, it had been overwhelming. Empirical proof of what his life had become, what it was going to be for its remainder.
So he dreaded powers training. Not for what it might do to help, but for what else it might show him he couldn't do anything about.
With a power like his, Tomer's sessions were best held outside while they could be. There was no place other than the ground to sit on the training fields, so Tomer just paced a little while he waited for his trainer. Physical therapy, right? And the walking built up more stored energy. In jeans and a short-sleeved buttoned shirt, the braces at his neck and arms were visible, though they were neutral colored and lay very flush against his skin. The crutches were the cuff type that only came to his forearms, and all the practicing had paid off. While Tomer didn't look like someone who'd been using them his whole life, he didn't look like a novice either. He was pretty proud of how quickly he'd figured them out, though he still hadn't found a good method for stairs that didn't involve him sliding up or down on his butt.
Something fluttered in the breeze. Tomer couldn't look down far enough to see what it was, but lifted his foot in case there was something stuck under it. But no, it was that other Annoying Problem (stairs being the first), an untied shoelace. Well... hopefully there wouldn't be much walking during training. He'd have to tie it later when no one was around to watch him flail. It was a measure of how far he'd gone from who he was, that he couldn't bend over enough to tie his shoes anymore.
So he dreaded powers training. Not for what it might do to help, but for what else it might show him he couldn't do anything about.
With a power like his, Tomer's sessions were best held outside while they could be. There was no place other than the ground to sit on the training fields, so Tomer just paced a little while he waited for his trainer. Physical therapy, right? And the walking built up more stored energy. In jeans and a short-sleeved buttoned shirt, the braces at his neck and arms were visible, though they were neutral colored and lay very flush against his skin. The crutches were the cuff type that only came to his forearms, and all the practicing had paid off. While Tomer didn't look like someone who'd been using them his whole life, he didn't look like a novice either. He was pretty proud of how quickly he'd figured them out, though he still hadn't found a good method for stairs that didn't involve him sliding up or down on his butt.
Something fluttered in the breeze. Tomer couldn't look down far enough to see what it was, but lifted his foot in case there was something stuck under it. But no, it was that other Annoying Problem (stairs being the first), an untied shoelace. Well... hopefully there wouldn't be much walking during training. He'd have to tie it later when no one was around to watch him flail. It was a measure of how far he'd gone from who he was, that he couldn't bend over enough to tie his shoes anymore.
