Whipped Into Shape (Teagan)
Sept 15, 2013 23:01:20 GMT -5
Post by Nathan Darwin on Sept 15, 2013 23:01:20 GMT -5
Maybe it was the amount of junk food he'd been shoving down his throat for the past two weeks that made him feel as though he was getting fatter. It also could have been just his mindset, but either way he felt the need to work out. For all he knew, Nick was going to start busting on him for being lumpy or something stupid like that. And he couldn't afford to look frumpy if he was going to keep up with football season that was starting up. Granted he wasn't ever going to be as good as Nick had been, but he still wanted to be one of the best on the team. He kind of was anyway, but if he let himself get out of shape all of that would go bye bye.
Besides, keeping in shape meant keeping his body fit for anyone's eyes. That was totally the reason he was running around shirtless right now. Though he'd probably say it was because he liked feeling the slight chill of autumn coming. He'd be kind of telling the truth because when he ran he liked being slightly cold because it made it easier to run longer.
Anyway, here he was, jogging up a storm in the training field, working off all of the crap that he'd been feeding himself. Breakups sucked for that sort of thing. He'd heard of girls drowning themselves in ice cream and chocolate, but he never thought that he'd subject himself to that kind of lifestyle after a broken heart. It had been about six laps around the track when he finally decided to take a break and headed over to his stuff to grab a drink of water. He looked around, giving a few girls that passed by a smile. It was nice not having the chain around his neck anymore of one girl. Maybe he really wasn't cut out for relationships.
Besides, keeping in shape meant keeping his body fit for anyone's eyes. That was totally the reason he was running around shirtless right now. Though he'd probably say it was because he liked feeling the slight chill of autumn coming. He'd be kind of telling the truth because when he ran he liked being slightly cold because it made it easier to run longer.
Anyway, here he was, jogging up a storm in the training field, working off all of the crap that he'd been feeding himself. Breakups sucked for that sort of thing. He'd heard of girls drowning themselves in ice cream and chocolate, but he never thought that he'd subject himself to that kind of lifestyle after a broken heart. It had been about six laps around the track when he finally decided to take a break and headed over to his stuff to grab a drink of water. He looked around, giving a few girls that passed by a smile. It was nice not having the chain around his neck anymore of one girl. Maybe he really wasn't cut out for relationships.
