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Felixir · 08-08-2017, 03:27 PM

While one could argue (or... well... it wasn't really an argument, because it was totally true) that a skilled application of magic was the most important aspect of working on the Magical Law Enforcement Squad, maintaining physical fitness was pretty high on the list too. Active job and all that. It was lucky, really, that they had the exercise room here on level two. Time away from work was both precious and limited, and Jake spent most of it fawning over his wife and children, afraid as he was of depriving any of them even a moment of attention that they might want or need.

But here, at work, Jake could easily set aside some time in his breaks to work on that whole physical fitness thing. It felt great, too. Even back when he had played Quidditch at Hogwarts, Jake had been terrible at keeping himself in shape, and was never really much of an imposing figure, not until his seventh year. Now, though, almost twenty years on, he often felt more invigorated than he ever had back then, and he found that the exercise was good for the health of his mind, as well as his body.

Today was one of the days where his family's weekly schedule meant he found himself at work much earlier than he needed to be. Torn between getting a much-needed head start on some dreaded paperwork and heading for the exercise room, Jake had opted for the latter, changed into his freshly laundered workout clothes, and made a beeline for the treadmill. As usual, the run got his blood pumping, and gave him some time to really process his thoughts. By the time he stepped off of the treadmill and started wiping the sweat from the back of the neck with his towel, he had 1. formulated a plan of action for one of the particularly troubled kids he mentored, 2. figured out how to approach a work-related sensitive matter in the near future, and 3. decided to get his kids (even little Ezra... three wasn't too young, right?) into some sort of kids' sports... things. Those kids had so much energy, it was actually a little terrifying.

Jake glanced at the clock on the wall. He still had plenty of time before he needed to meet with the rest of the MLES for the morning briefing, time he fully expected to spend with the punching bag over in the corner. First, though: water. Hydration. All that stuff. While he drank, Jake consciously reminded himself to take it easy. No point in destroying himself for a workout before his actual workday had even started.

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Felixir Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,138 Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Upstead Gryffindor Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kaiser Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Petrov Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Yves Flamel Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Achilles Zacharias Ravenclaw Third Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Ezekiel Ransom-Kruus Ollivanders x12 x12	aaaanyone? Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight While one could argue (or... well... it wasn't really an argument, because it was totally true) that a skilled application of magic was the most important aspect of working on the Magical Law Enforcement Squad, maintaining physical fitness was pretty high on the list too. Active job and all that. It was lucky, really, that they had the exercise room here on level two. Time away from work was both precious and limited, and Jake spent most of it fawning over his wife and children, afraid as he was of depriving any of them even a moment of attention that they might want or need. But here, at work, Jake could easily set aside some time in his breaks to work on that whole physical fitness thing. It felt great, too. Even back when he had played Quidditch at Hogwarts, Jake had been terrible at keeping himself in shape, and was never really much of an imposing figure, not until his seventh year. Now, though, almost twenty years on, he often felt more invigorated than he ever had back then, and he found that the exercise was good for the health of his mind, as well as his body. Today was one of the days where his family's weekly schedule meant he found himself at work much earlier than he needed to be. Torn between getting a much-needed head start on some dreaded paperwork and heading for the exercise room, Jake had opted for the latter, changed into his freshly laundered workout clothes, and made a beeline for the treadmill. As usual, the run got his blood pumping, and gave him some time to really process his thoughts. By the time he stepped off of the treadmill and started wiping the sweat from the back of the neck with his towel, he had 1. formulated a plan of action for one of the particularly troubled kids he mentored, 2. figured out how to approach a work-related sensitive matter in the near future, and 3. decided to get his kids (even little Ezra... three wasn't too young, right?) into some sort of kids' sports... things. Those kids had so much energy, it was actually a little terrifying. Jake glanced at the clock on the wall. He still had plenty of time before he needed to meet with the rest of the MLES for the morning briefing, time he fully expected to spend with the punching bag over in the corner. First, though: water. Hydration. All that stuff. While he drank, Jake consciously reminded himself to take it easy. No point in destroying himself for a workout before his actual workday had even started. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!