The Evening Regimen

A true warrior knows that recovery is just as vital as combat, and it demands equal perfection. After slipping back inside, I climbed up the towel rack onto the polished bathroom counter to handle my post-training grooming. Right in front of a round standing mirror, I claimed a dense cosmetic sponge as a pristine resting bench. Using a clean cotton swab dampened with a droplet from the faucet, I carefully cleared every trace of park dust from my boots and shoulder seam, then smoothed each lock of hair back into place. Staring into the polished glass, my form looks impeccably sharp and primed for whatever challenge tomorrow brings.