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Post by TYLER MICHEAL WILLIAMS on Apr 8, 2012 23:06:59 GMT -5
[blockquotqe]Running was the very last thing Ty felt like doing today, he had a killer hangover and didnt feel like the sweaty work out was really needed. But, lately, he had been trying to find an excuse to not work out nearly everyday this week, so, he took it like a man, put on some Everlast shorts, a wife beater and his nike running tennis shoes. Taking a deep breath, Tyler grabbed his ipod, which had been conviently stolen, and walked out tge door. He wasnt one for letting his foster parents know where he was going, if they cared, great, if they didnt, oh well. Taking in a deep breath of fresh aie as he walked out, Tyler jumped into his car and drove to the park.
After several minutes of stoplights and slight traffic, Tyler pulled into the park parking lot. Smirking slightly, his dark brown eyes scanned the area as he slid out of his car. Walking onto the paved road for walkers, bikers and Runners alike. Taking a few seconds to stretch, the last thing he needed was to pul a muscle. Just give him another reason to sit on his ass really. Ignoring the thought in his mind, Ty put the earphones in his ears and blasted on of his many playlists. Starting off at an easy jog, he soon picked up the pace to keep pushing himself. The underground boxing club needed another fighter, and he needed to be in shape for the matches. [/blockquote][/justify][/size] |
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