Post by ♦Alistair Pendragon♦ on Feb 8, 2009 18:57:06 GMT -6
Alistair John Pendragon was out for a jog. he liked to run, so he figured he'd go around the town then return to school and find something to do. His light blonde hair was pushed back as he was running in his black Southpole hoodie and his white and black checkered shorts. His pace was steady and his strides long, it was autumn and a whole bunch of people were walking buy with the fresh apples and pumpkins, steaming pies and other desserts. They smelled really good, and Alistair's inner dog wanted to go after the owners and eat the goodies. Not a good feeling.
Alistair ran along until he came to the park, in which he slowed to a walk to calm his racing heart. he was panting lightly, but it would go away in a few minutes. His stomach had turned cold, meaning he had gotten a nice amount of exercise. His legs were a bit tired, but that was only from a lack of exercise from the past weeks. he had noticed he was getting fatter everyday. Might as well work it off, right? Alistair looked around at his surroundings and smiled at the crisp fresh breeze and the smell of the air. It was amazing.
Getting out of the park, Alistair returned to his steady jogging pace and ran along through town also. It was a nice day after all, and there was no need to hurry back to the school, just to be bored and finish up his work. That all could wait. Pulling a small milk jug, a 12 fluid ounce jug, out of his hoodie pocket and took a drink of it while running. It helped him by giving a little energy to him, and then after he slipped it back into his pocket. He slowed again as he had thought he heard someone say, "Hey!" or something like that. It didn't matter, anyways. It was time to slow again. He had almost ran a whole mile, anyway.
Alistair ran along until he came to the park, in which he slowed to a walk to calm his racing heart. he was panting lightly, but it would go away in a few minutes. His stomach had turned cold, meaning he had gotten a nice amount of exercise. His legs were a bit tired, but that was only from a lack of exercise from the past weeks. he had noticed he was getting fatter everyday. Might as well work it off, right? Alistair looked around at his surroundings and smiled at the crisp fresh breeze and the smell of the air. It was amazing.
Getting out of the park, Alistair returned to his steady jogging pace and ran along through town also. It was a nice day after all, and there was no need to hurry back to the school, just to be bored and finish up his work. That all could wait. Pulling a small milk jug, a 12 fluid ounce jug, out of his hoodie pocket and took a drink of it while running. It helped him by giving a little energy to him, and then after he slipped it back into his pocket. He slowed again as he had thought he heard someone say, "Hey!" or something like that. It didn't matter, anyways. It was time to slow again. He had almost ran a whole mile, anyway.