Kawalsky was up early on Wednesday morning. He'd had enough of sleeping. Ever since the mummy attack, he'd either been sleeping, eating or watching TV. He'd been a little upset with himself for getting tossed around by the mummy king and definitely for not being as fit as he should have been. Kawalsky had gotten lazy. He hadn't exercised and he ate too much junk. As a result, he was slower than he wanted to be and unfit. That would change from today.

He still had his cast on, but it was healing well as far as he could tell, and the little bit of healing from Alanna in Crichton's room after the attack made sure that he could still write, even if his shooting aim was still a little off its normal accuracy.

Today was the day that he got off his backside and started a training regime. Kawalsky had done drill sergeant duty before. He'd trained plenty of kids in boot camp. Now he would face the ultimate challenge - trying to train himself.

He tightened his shoelaces and headed out for a run.

[OOC: Feel free to come along!]