log: Matt & Maya
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xp_logsMatt and Maya work out training their oversplits and are grateful they are bilateral people and not octopus.
"How are your oversplits?" Matt asked as he entered the gym and headed over to where Maya was warming up. He immediately began stretching as well, getting his muscles warm so they could work harder.
“If you just said something you’re going to need to wait till I put my hearing aids back in and then say it again,” Maya replied, looking up when she noticed his feet nearby. “Give me a sec.”
She stood and walked over to the gym bag she’d brought down with her, quickly fishing out the outer parts of her implant and placing them in her ears.
“Okay, now talk.”
It was amazing how quickly someone could adapt to things sometimes. Matt had always associated the low-level hum with Maya from her cochlear, but when it had been removed, the absence had only been noticeable to him for a little while before her heartbeat became the new normal. Now, he needed to get used to listening for the aids again. "I asked about your oversplits," Matt repeated, sitting down to continue stretching.
“We talking middle over-splits or singles?”
Maya casually raised one leg till she could hold it parallel to her body with what appeared to be no effort at all. Dancing and Cheerleading had given her flexibility and condition. She’d always been solid muscle, but the extra weight training was starting to pay off for the power of her blows.
"Both," Matt replied, not phased by her display. Splits were easy enough, but oversplits were harder. And having muscle and flexibility together was a whole different beast than having them independently. "Let's start getting things moving and we'll get into some new routines and things later."
“I can hold single for awhile but middle is getting there. I just need more practice time.” Maya responded, walking over to get the boxes she’d been using for her middle oversplits. Holding one leg over the standard split distance was an interesting exercise, holding both was an endurance feat. “You doing this with me?”
"Of course, but are you really warmed up enough in the hips for middle splits?" he wasn't at least and it wouldn't hurt if she warmed up more. "Go into diamond, split, push up so you're sitting in splits, then roll back."
Maya shrugged and lowered herself onto her front so she could arrange her legs into the proper diamond pattern before she pushed up onto her hands and started pushing her hips backwards to stretch out the various muscles.
It wasn’t hard, she’d been dancing for a long time and so was flexible already but there was always a range of motion that you could get if you properly warmed up the various muscles.
“Whatever you say, Boss.”
Twenty minutes later, Matt deemed himself warmed up enough. Maya was probably chomping to get into more stuff, but then, she'd already been warm before he got there. "Okay then," he grabbed a couple sliding discs, handing her one and then dragging over a low bar. Using the sliding disc under one foot to sink into the splits while the other held him steady, "Right first." It was common for each side to be a little different in various ways, either in terms of flexibility, in terms of how they felt when in a stretch or whatever. And it could change with the weather, too. Things weren't always the same.
“Masochist,” Maya grumbled but she placed the disk under right foot and followed his example, feeling the stretch as her body responded to the effort she was asking of it. “You know my right side sucks.”
She was left handed, which made boxing an interesting experience for people fighting her. An advantage of sorts, albeit a small one.
"Mmhmm, heard that," Matt replied, not at all bothered. He was Catholic. Masochism came with the territory. "And my right side sucks too," hence why they got it out of the way first. Except that unlike Maya, he was right handed. No one said bodies made sense. Once they were in the splits, he pushed himself up slightly and set his right ankle on the bar into an oversplit. Groaning, he closed his eyes, "Timer, one minute," he called to his phone nearby.
Maya groaned but kept her form, feeling the burn in her muscles as they held her in position. So much of what they did was conditioning but she would never complain about being made stronger and more able to hold her own in the field.
Her lack of a distance option meant that she needed to make sure when she was in the field she had a body that was trained to a fine edge.
Like Maya, Matt lacked distance options power-wise as well. He used his billy clubs to help that, but they could only do so much and were not a substitute for long-range powers or some sort of energy weapon. At the same time, the billy clubs were....not precisely less lethal so much as that they provided more options in more situations. Though, X-Men also tried not to kill on purpose, which Matt agreed with. Tried, being the operative term.
"See any good movies recently?" he asked, conversation did wonders to take your mind off the burn in your muscles like this. He rocked minutely, just enough to keep his body comfortable without losing position.
“Encanto.”
Maya’s own response was more a grunt than any invitation to continue. She hated small talk, found it irritating and distracting in equal measure, which was why she suspected Matt always tried to draw her into it during their sparring sessions. She’d held out during the first session but subsequent ones had taught her that if she just answered his questions he’d eventually shut up and just let her concentrate.
“I like Mirabelle.”
"Yeah? That's the new Disney movie? Is it worth getting visual captioning?" If it didn't come with it, then Matt could have Foggy add it in as narration. Still, it was good to know these things before he went into a movie. Some just did not translate well into a way he could appreciate and it was just better to stick with the book, if there was one. And if he could get it. Thank goodness for audiobooks.
“Definitely. You’ll get the songs stuck in your head for days tho.”
She adjusted minutely, trying to take the pressure off muscles that were not happy with the stretch. They’d quit bitching eventually but until they did, she’d give them a small adjustment every so often.
The timer went off a moment later and Matt groaned as he pulled himself out of position. His right side did feel better though. "Be glad you're not an octopus," he grunted, switching legs. He said that every session where they did intense stretching like this.
“Now you’ve done it,” Maya grunted, switching legs herself with a sigh as her muscles protested the movement. She was getting there, but she still had some movements where she wasn’t quite as flexible as with others. Even with all the dancing styles she’d done, there were still movements in fighting that just didn’t translate. “If I have to fight a six armed woman I’m blaming you.”
"I'll take that blame," Matt agreed, resetting the timer, and then adjusting his position so his hips were properly square. If your hips were square, then splits were that much more difficult, but it was important not to hurt yourself, too, "but at least you don't need to stretch 6 more legs in the splits."
"How are your oversplits?" Matt asked as he entered the gym and headed over to where Maya was warming up. He immediately began stretching as well, getting his muscles warm so they could work harder.
“If you just said something you’re going to need to wait till I put my hearing aids back in and then say it again,” Maya replied, looking up when she noticed his feet nearby. “Give me a sec.”
She stood and walked over to the gym bag she’d brought down with her, quickly fishing out the outer parts of her implant and placing them in her ears.
“Okay, now talk.”
It was amazing how quickly someone could adapt to things sometimes. Matt had always associated the low-level hum with Maya from her cochlear, but when it had been removed, the absence had only been noticeable to him for a little while before her heartbeat became the new normal. Now, he needed to get used to listening for the aids again. "I asked about your oversplits," Matt repeated, sitting down to continue stretching.
“We talking middle over-splits or singles?”
Maya casually raised one leg till she could hold it parallel to her body with what appeared to be no effort at all. Dancing and Cheerleading had given her flexibility and condition. She’d always been solid muscle, but the extra weight training was starting to pay off for the power of her blows.
"Both," Matt replied, not phased by her display. Splits were easy enough, but oversplits were harder. And having muscle and flexibility together was a whole different beast than having them independently. "Let's start getting things moving and we'll get into some new routines and things later."
“I can hold single for awhile but middle is getting there. I just need more practice time.” Maya responded, walking over to get the boxes she’d been using for her middle oversplits. Holding one leg over the standard split distance was an interesting exercise, holding both was an endurance feat. “You doing this with me?”
"Of course, but are you really warmed up enough in the hips for middle splits?" he wasn't at least and it wouldn't hurt if she warmed up more. "Go into diamond, split, push up so you're sitting in splits, then roll back."
Maya shrugged and lowered herself onto her front so she could arrange her legs into the proper diamond pattern before she pushed up onto her hands and started pushing her hips backwards to stretch out the various muscles.
It wasn’t hard, she’d been dancing for a long time and so was flexible already but there was always a range of motion that you could get if you properly warmed up the various muscles.
“Whatever you say, Boss.”
Twenty minutes later, Matt deemed himself warmed up enough. Maya was probably chomping to get into more stuff, but then, she'd already been warm before he got there. "Okay then," he grabbed a couple sliding discs, handing her one and then dragging over a low bar. Using the sliding disc under one foot to sink into the splits while the other held him steady, "Right first." It was common for each side to be a little different in various ways, either in terms of flexibility, in terms of how they felt when in a stretch or whatever. And it could change with the weather, too. Things weren't always the same.
“Masochist,” Maya grumbled but she placed the disk under right foot and followed his example, feeling the stretch as her body responded to the effort she was asking of it. “You know my right side sucks.”
She was left handed, which made boxing an interesting experience for people fighting her. An advantage of sorts, albeit a small one.
"Mmhmm, heard that," Matt replied, not at all bothered. He was Catholic. Masochism came with the territory. "And my right side sucks too," hence why they got it out of the way first. Except that unlike Maya, he was right handed. No one said bodies made sense. Once they were in the splits, he pushed himself up slightly and set his right ankle on the bar into an oversplit. Groaning, he closed his eyes, "Timer, one minute," he called to his phone nearby.
Maya groaned but kept her form, feeling the burn in her muscles as they held her in position. So much of what they did was conditioning but she would never complain about being made stronger and more able to hold her own in the field.
Her lack of a distance option meant that she needed to make sure when she was in the field she had a body that was trained to a fine edge.
Like Maya, Matt lacked distance options power-wise as well. He used his billy clubs to help that, but they could only do so much and were not a substitute for long-range powers or some sort of energy weapon. At the same time, the billy clubs were....not precisely less lethal so much as that they provided more options in more situations. Though, X-Men also tried not to kill on purpose, which Matt agreed with. Tried, being the operative term.
"See any good movies recently?" he asked, conversation did wonders to take your mind off the burn in your muscles like this. He rocked minutely, just enough to keep his body comfortable without losing position.
“Encanto.”
Maya’s own response was more a grunt than any invitation to continue. She hated small talk, found it irritating and distracting in equal measure, which was why she suspected Matt always tried to draw her into it during their sparring sessions. She’d held out during the first session but subsequent ones had taught her that if she just answered his questions he’d eventually shut up and just let her concentrate.
“I like Mirabelle.”
"Yeah? That's the new Disney movie? Is it worth getting visual captioning?" If it didn't come with it, then Matt could have Foggy add it in as narration. Still, it was good to know these things before he went into a movie. Some just did not translate well into a way he could appreciate and it was just better to stick with the book, if there was one. And if he could get it. Thank goodness for audiobooks.
“Definitely. You’ll get the songs stuck in your head for days tho.”
She adjusted minutely, trying to take the pressure off muscles that were not happy with the stretch. They’d quit bitching eventually but until they did, she’d give them a small adjustment every so often.
The timer went off a moment later and Matt groaned as he pulled himself out of position. His right side did feel better though. "Be glad you're not an octopus," he grunted, switching legs. He said that every session where they did intense stretching like this.
“Now you’ve done it,” Maya grunted, switching legs herself with a sigh as her muscles protested the movement. She was getting there, but she still had some movements where she wasn’t quite as flexible as with others. Even with all the dancing styles she’d done, there were still movements in fighting that just didn’t translate. “If I have to fight a six armed woman I’m blaming you.”
"I'll take that blame," Matt agreed, resetting the timer, and then adjusting his position so his hips were properly square. If your hips were square, then splits were that much more difficult, but it was important not to hurt yourself, too, "but at least you don't need to stretch 6 more legs in the splits."
