A losing streak, feeling frustrated to end in. Aarna was taking defeat after defeat, she was tired of losing and wanted to get somewhere in her wrestling career. But it seemed no matter how much she tried, she would always come up short, no matter the match type. Tightening her lips, she finally ended her call with a sharp, "Okay, good bye." She would then try to calm herself, clutching her phone tight and resting her other hand on her locker as her face scrunched up in stress. Closing her eyes, Mehta took a deep breath and then opened up her locker, put her phone inside, and then closed it and locked it.
Then, Aarna would then go out into the gym proper and look around at all of the girls working out hard, briefly, before finding a spot to herself. She had a routine that she stuck to, and one that she thought served her well. The Indian girl made her way to the padded area and then began to do a few simple stretched, making herself more limber. And then, she would try doing more advanced ones. And soon enough she was doing a split on the mat, pressing her hands down and sinking low. Her exceptional flexibility meant she wanted to push that to its limit, and do so rather effortlessly. And she focused on just that stretch for right now.
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