Morning Jog (Open)
Jan 21, 2018 0:55:27 GMT -5
Post by Mitchell Rogers on Jan 21, 2018 0:55:27 GMT -5
Every Saturday, Mitch did a morning jog.
Most people would say it was weird, getting up early on a Saturday to do that at his age. But it accomplished two things: keeping himself fit enough and getting out of his latest foster home. Not that it was the worst of course, actually, the mother there was pretty nice... But the Dad? Was a hard, and really cold guy that he would do pretty much anything to avoid on a regular basis.
So he went for this jog the couple of miles that lead from his foster home to the local park. Sometimes it helped, especially in clearing his head. Other times it just got him active - rather than sitting around reading. Given keeping himself fit was the only thing that really kept him from spending all his time in his room.
Finally finishing the jog there, Mitch let out an exhausted sigh. Taking a drink of his water as he collapsed against the park bench quietly - taking in the sights and sounds of the park. He wondered if he should do the jog back, given his foster father had been in a fowl mood, or if he should just take it easy a bit and go back later.
It was Saturday after all - and maybe he could catch a movie or something.
Most people would say it was weird, getting up early on a Saturday to do that at his age. But it accomplished two things: keeping himself fit enough and getting out of his latest foster home. Not that it was the worst of course, actually, the mother there was pretty nice... But the Dad? Was a hard, and really cold guy that he would do pretty much anything to avoid on a regular basis.
So he went for this jog the couple of miles that lead from his foster home to the local park. Sometimes it helped, especially in clearing his head. Other times it just got him active - rather than sitting around reading. Given keeping himself fit was the only thing that really kept him from spending all his time in his room.
Finally finishing the jog there, Mitch let out an exhausted sigh. Taking a drink of his water as he collapsed against the park bench quietly - taking in the sights and sounds of the park. He wondered if he should do the jog back, given his foster father had been in a fowl mood, or if he should just take it easy a bit and go back later.
It was Saturday after all - and maybe he could catch a movie or something.
