Who: Ian and OPEN What: Trying to get back in shape When: Friday morning Where: Around town Warnings: TBD, unlikely Status: Open, incomplete
Ian was definitely feeling better now that he'd been taking the little pills that Carson had prescribed him, but he still had a ways to go to get back to his old self. For one thing, he had spent two weeks barely getting out of bed at all, and barely eating. He'd lost weight and he'd lost quite a bit of muscle. He was up and walking, but he felt weak and out of shape. He hated that. Working out and feeling strong was part of who he was had he hate to loose that. He still felt slow, weak, and tired all the time, and he didn't know how much of that was due to the lingering depression, and how much was just due to physical weakness from all the time he'd spend in bed.
He'd have to rely on time and Carson's pills for the mental stuff, but his physical fitness was something he could do something about on his own, and he was determined to get back in shape as soon as possible. Despite feeling weak, he decided to go for a run in town this morning.
He started slow, intending to speed up as he warmed up...instead he found himself panting and needing to slow to a walk after a few blocks. This sucked. It sucked hard.
He was so disappointed in himself that he sat down at a bench and hung his head down and covered his face with his hands. "Jesus, what the hell is wrong with me?" he muttered to himself.