Tim is beating some punching bag to a pulp. He can't tell if he has more sweat or blood beading onto his body.

After a rough day, it's kind of hard not to, you know? He thought he didn't push himself enough. The only way to learn is by pushing more and more until you find something new.

The blasting of music circulating through his mind almost numbed it. His feelings more than anything. He cant stop thinking and feeling. It would probably be better for everyone if he didn't.

The thought of a.. certain someone.. never escaped his head. This person on his team, keeps pushing for him. Pushing for Tim to admit his crush on this .. someone. He knows that this guy doesn't even like him, just using him to get over his ex but God this situation just never went away. Maybe if he punched harder it would go away.