John woke from his slumber. He was wrapped up like some cheap burrito, in layers upon layers of covers. It was cold in his room. Winter had long wore out its welcome to him. He was sweating, but the air was freezing. He could see his breath. John looked over at the clock, 8 am. 

Sigh "Time to get up and get the blood pumping. I'll be glad when I can afford to run the heat." He rolled out of bed and quickly threw on some sweats. He walked out from his room, which was located in the back of the strong style dojo. "Might as well get a workout in before I eat breakfast." It was so cold that John made sure to limber up before doing any explosive movements... he still has a nagging injury from pulling a muscle from throwing a heavy bag cold. John begins to do dynamic stretches to get the full range of motion in his body. 

"Ah, I almost forgot..." John walked to the door and flipped the open sign. "Not like anyone is interested anyway. I'm content on training by myself for now." 

After he officially opened the gym, and stretched out completely, John starts to lightly strike the heavy bag. The chains that hold it to the rack clang every time he struck it. CLANG CLANG CLANG. It sounded like it was Christmas time and Santa was in the house. 

As the time went on John continued to strike progressively harder, especially with his kicks. He hadn't worried about putting gloves on at this point, because it was just a warm up, still he made sure not to bloody his knuckles. That was something a noob would do. John was experienced at this. 

CLANG CLANG CLANG

"Ah, that should do for now, I don't feel cold anymore.. shew." John paused for a moment and wiped his brow with his sweat shirt. Steam was rising from his head.