Another Day, Another training. Nothing odd today. Just lifting up trees. Kolby wanted to to make sure his muscles wasn't getting soft. And the way he would generally toughen em up more would be to lift giant hulken trees over his head. Numerous times mind you. Kolby would be wearing another tank top and would get up dark and early. He would then head to the forest where he would be greeted by a small pack of wolves. Who actually knew Kolby as he sometimes hanged out with them. Wrestled a little and Kolby helped them hunt. They glanced at Kolby howled and then ran into the deeper part of the forest.

Kolby would find a big burly tree and decided that it would be just right for the lifting exercises he would be conducting today. He grabbed a tree that seemed to weight maybe around 200 pounds. Kolby would lift it from the base and would tear it from the ground. Closing his eyes Kolby wouldn't want to get dirt into them. He knows how annoying it is to get stuff in your eye. That burning annoying sensation you get from it, Kolby wouldn't wish it on his worst enemy. Which Kolby didn't have....yet. With his line of work it was bound to happen sooner or later. Hopefully when he was stronger and new some new techniques. But not today, today Kolby was going to keep it super simple. Even more simple than he did yesterday. Kolby won't even be doing his diving today.

Today was just basic lifting. Nothig more nothing less. Just something to get a little sweat in today. He wanted to warm his body up before a day of hardy working. It always kept his loose and relaxed after working out. He was a bit of a gym rat, minus the gym. Kolby would put the freed tree over his shoulders horizontally and would squat. The first one slow, as to gauge the amount of energy one would need to lift the tree. After gauging how much energy would be expended Kolby would pick up the pace, one after the other squat. Soon Kolby's once dry tank top was now soaked. Kolby exhaled in small breathes so he wouldn't run or of energy too quick. Lifting the tree like this used up a lot of energy from Kolby, but Kolby wanted to make sure he did this right. Molding his bold was like art for Kolby.  

It had to be precise and it had to be done right, so that it could be on display fro everyone to see. So far in his years Kolby did a great job. He had a fine tuned body and he didn't give to much attention to one body part. And if he did he would make sure to give the other body part just as much love the next day. Soon Kolby would be squatting like a work horse. Up and down, Kolby looked mechanical. A well oiled machine. Kolby wouldn't going for a number but the feeling his body gave him. And after a while, maybe 2 or 3 hours Kolby's body would be telling him that it was time to stop.(insert Filthy Frank meme) Dropping the tree Kolby would put his hands on his hips and would let out a large sigh. Begin walking back to the town where he would drink some water and recuperate. Just a basic early morning work out. Nothing too fancy or body burdening.