starter work out

**NOTE: THIS IS BY NO MEANS A PLAN THAT I MADE UP. IT IS SOMETHING THAT I FOUND ON TUMBLR AND RECREATED INTO MY OWN, MORE ORGANIZED TABLE. I DO NOT HAVE THE LINK, BECAUSE I CANNOT FIND THE POST. IF ANYONE DOES HAPPEN TO HAVE A LINK TO IT, I WILL GLADLY CITE THE SOURCE. THANKS. **


That being said, I made this chart. I know that these are not “intense” exercises… nor are they the only ones that I will do (by any means). But this is just something to get me back in the mindset of exercising every day. Maybe some of you will also find this helpful. If you want a word doc to print out, message me. Or just print this out to use. 

Good luck!

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KATSUMOTO RYAN Japanese-Korean. Born on Christmas Eve to two doctors who got pregnant with him by accident. FAMOUS and well known, for starting the originally indie band RESONANCE with ( @atelouus )’s Luke. He has run a VLOG/COVER Youtube of his own (RYTIME!) as well as managed the RESONANCE Youtube until they were scouted and officially debuted 2 years ago. 

Two of the original members dropped out after producing their third album (3 years ago), to be replaced by two new members (lead singer a female causing a bit of attention) and debuted with a large company. He graduated college recently and works as a Drummer for RESONANCE as well as a PRODUCER (for their company but also freelance). Bad around people, but really nice. Loves teaching kids. 

Associated with: @atelouus @likecottxncandy & @bottledlies‘s muses also in RESONANCE. 

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All of Felix’s life, he had been raised and fostered on the knowledge that his werewolf nature gave him an enhanced rate of healing. As the man slowly stepped out of the front doors of the hospital–decked out in a pair of hospital scrub bottoms and a firm bandaged wrapping around his torso like some form of ‘new age’ tank top around his stitched wound and one arm propped in a sling, the wolf was reflecting on how close he had come to dying. Klaus Mikaelson could have killed him–he had his hand around his heart, had him wounded almost to the point of bleeding out. Yet, the hybrid had let him live with a threatening warning instead.

It baffled Felix, but also terrified him to know how utterly powerless he had been against the man, and by extension how powerless he was to Hayley if she had been actually fighting him. In all retrospect, Felix had began to see just how powerless he was in this town. Even with his ring, he was still only a wolf. Sure, his arm would be good as new in about a day; but his ribs and the amount of bruising in the area would take much longer. Hayley’s own injury to his body had taken about a day and a half and that was a relatively clean break. Klaus’ impact into his chest cavity through his back had shattered a couple of rib-ends and cracked the connecting vertebrae at the time. It had taken all of Felix’s focus to not bleed out and repair his vertebrae to the point he could stumble his way down the road instead of dragging him with his one good arm.

As he began making his way down the road—released only because of his supernatural abilities, refusal to take vampire blood to recover, and unable to really take any pain medication–he caught someone paying attention to him more than the other passerby in the corner of his eye. “Why don’t you just take a picture?” He asked them gruffly, but quietly.

Will was absent-minded a large majority of the time, this was an undeniable fact. He tended to drop things he didn’t remember he was holding, leave his front door unlocked, and entirely forget about plans or engagements until approximately two hours after he was supposed to participate. It more often then not got him in some very apologetic situations, his friends and colleagues getting pissed at him before eventually laughing it off, knowing well that ‘oh, that’s such a Will thing to do!’ but where there’s things he often forgets, there are also some things he absolutely does not – one of those things is that never, has he ever, lost his car keys before.

If there’s one thing on the planet that Will cares about more then his own well being, it’s his fucking car. He looks after the vehicle like it’s his child, catering to its engine more times then he eats in a day. Which means, needless to say, he keeps his eye on the thing that runs it, the real sign of ownership. The token that runs the whole machine.

So when he exited Saint Sabrina’s at the deeper end of the night and found that his keys weren’t on his person, he freaked out a little bit. A sense of panic that he rarely felt whirring in his brain and stomach, hands clapping all his pants pockets in hopes he just didn’t check well enough before emitting a groan. “Aw, fuck.” He muttered to himself, turning around to walk back to the club, first asking the bouncer if he’d seen the keys before pushing his way back in, stopping person after person with the same question. “Have you seen a set of keys by any chance? No? Alright, thanks.” He was on the brink of really losing his shit after clearing through about half the floor, almost taking to getting on his fucking hands and knees to search the ground for them before seeing someone he had yet to ask, tapping them on the shoulder. “Hey, excuse me, sorry to interrupt, but you haven’t seen any keys around here, have ya?”