Terry Aaron Boot (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dynamitebootsie) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} sixdegreesrpg,@ 2009-06-08 13:16:00 |
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RP: Morning Run
WHO: Terry
WHAT: Morning run in the park
WHERE: The park
WHEN: Monday morning, 5:30am
RATING: Low
STATUS: Complete, Private
Terry woke up early, feeling oddly restless. Rascal was curled in the warm spot behind Terry's knees, obviously not intent on getting up any time soon. Terry sighed and rolled over, the action causing the puppy to whimper. He closed his eyes and willed himself back to sleep, but it wasn't happening. A quick look at the clock showed that it was barely five in the morning, but apparently his body had gotten as much sleep as it needed.
Resigning himself to an early morning, he sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and scratching his stomach idly. Going to bed late and getting up early had been happening more and more regularly since the night at Ernie's, and he chalked it up to confusion over where things stood with them. If there was anything to stand with them.
He considered going over to his parents', or Logan's, for breakfast, but it was it was far too early to show up. The sun wasn't even fully awake, and the air still had that predawn silence to it, the ground misty from dew. Shaking off the feeling of confusion and restlessness, Terry changed into running pants and a black hooded sweatshirt. As he was lacing up his trainers, Rascal came fully awake and barked happily, recognizing the signs of a walk. Terry snickered and grabbed Rascals' leash, hooking it to his collar and quietly heading downstairs as to not wake the girls. They took off out the door, and Terry felt almost immediately better as the crisp morning air hit his cheeks. He fell into a slow-paced jog, Rascal running easily beside him, both dog and man stretching muscles into wakefulness as they headed for the park.
He always forgot how much he loved running until he was actually running. It was the one time his brain turned itself off, and he could just enjoy the outdoors. Slowly, he began to feel more at ease, less like he was going to explode from lack of things to do. He rounded the corner into the park and picked up speed.
There was another runner ahead, and Terry matched his pace to his. He fell easily into the rhythm, breath coming fast and a light sweat breaking out on his forehead. He was so focused on the act of running, that the unsettling thoughts of the last week just floated away.
WHO: Terry
WHAT: Morning run in the park
WHERE: The park
WHEN: Monday morning, 5:30am
RATING: Low
STATUS: Complete, Private
Terry woke up early, feeling oddly restless. Rascal was curled in the warm spot behind Terry's knees, obviously not intent on getting up any time soon. Terry sighed and rolled over, the action causing the puppy to whimper. He closed his eyes and willed himself back to sleep, but it wasn't happening. A quick look at the clock showed that it was barely five in the morning, but apparently his body had gotten as much sleep as it needed.
Resigning himself to an early morning, he sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and scratching his stomach idly. Going to bed late and getting up early had been happening more and more regularly since the night at Ernie's, and he chalked it up to confusion over where things stood with them. If there was anything to stand with them.
He considered going over to his parents', or Logan's, for breakfast, but it was it was far too early to show up. The sun wasn't even fully awake, and the air still had that predawn silence to it, the ground misty from dew. Shaking off the feeling of confusion and restlessness, Terry changed into running pants and a black hooded sweatshirt. As he was lacing up his trainers, Rascal came fully awake and barked happily, recognizing the signs of a walk. Terry snickered and grabbed Rascals' leash, hooking it to his collar and quietly heading downstairs as to not wake the girls. They took off out the door, and Terry felt almost immediately better as the crisp morning air hit his cheeks. He fell into a slow-paced jog, Rascal running easily beside him, both dog and man stretching muscles into wakefulness as they headed for the park.
He always forgot how much he loved running until he was actually running. It was the one time his brain turned itself off, and he could just enjoy the outdoors. Slowly, he began to feel more at ease, less like he was going to explode from lack of things to do. He rounded the corner into the park and picked up speed.
There was another runner ahead, and Terry matched his pace to his. He fell easily into the rhythm, breath coming fast and a light sweat breaking out on his forehead. He was so focused on the act of running, that the unsettling thoughts of the last week just floated away.