Post by Luke Jasper Denmark on Mar 22, 2017 15:23:29 GMT -5
It was early in the morning on a fine saturday, all his homework was done and it was before dawn. For once it wasn't raining, but it probably would later. It was a huge difference from Florida. He remembered living there ten years ago, how hot and sunny it was and how if he wanted to work out outside, it was best to do it early in the morning before the sun rose or at night. That way it was much cooler. Here in Forks though, he was used to the rain and very little sun. He'd gotten used to things being opposite land here by now.
Luke stretched with one leg against a tree, extended up almost over his own head, then he leaned into it, feeling the muscles tighten, then he switched legs. Once he was all limbered up, he lifted a bag off his back and started filling it with large rocks, as many as he could find. Once it was full, he added a couple bottles of cold water and of course, a first aid kit. It was something he'd taken to carrying ever since his uncle had told him how important they were. Then, he hoisted the pack onto his back and at first, his knees almost buckled under the weight. Then, the seven foot ten boy dug deep and stood up straight.
He could do this. It was a lot of weight, he'd struggle with it, but he knew his limits. He knew what he could and could not handle and this....this he could handle. He jumped up and down a few times, then did some quick hops forward, sideways and backward. Yep. He had full mobility and balance. He could do this. Off he went, running along the path, uphill most of the way. It did eventually start raining, only a light drizzle and it helped, it was cooling and soothing and helped keep him from sweating so much.
Luke ran for a long time, jumping over things he didn't want to run around or climbing over them. He never stopped, he might've slowed down to a light job once or twice to regain his breath, but he never actually quit moving. Not for at least an hour and a half. Then, then he was worn out. He stopped, deep in the woods, farther than most humans ventured and he shrugged off his bag, dropping it on the ground with a resounding THUD and he sat down on a rock and panted, then reached into his bag for his water and drank it.
Luke stretched with one leg against a tree, extended up almost over his own head, then he leaned into it, feeling the muscles tighten, then he switched legs. Once he was all limbered up, he lifted a bag off his back and started filling it with large rocks, as many as he could find. Once it was full, he added a couple bottles of cold water and of course, a first aid kit. It was something he'd taken to carrying ever since his uncle had told him how important they were. Then, he hoisted the pack onto his back and at first, his knees almost buckled under the weight. Then, the seven foot ten boy dug deep and stood up straight.
He could do this. It was a lot of weight, he'd struggle with it, but he knew his limits. He knew what he could and could not handle and this....this he could handle. He jumped up and down a few times, then did some quick hops forward, sideways and backward. Yep. He had full mobility and balance. He could do this. Off he went, running along the path, uphill most of the way. It did eventually start raining, only a light drizzle and it helped, it was cooling and soothing and helped keep him from sweating so much.
Luke ran for a long time, jumping over things he didn't want to run around or climbing over them. He never stopped, he might've slowed down to a light job once or twice to regain his breath, but he never actually quit moving. Not for at least an hour and a half. Then, then he was worn out. He stopped, deep in the woods, farther than most humans ventured and he shrugged off his bag, dropping it on the ground with a resounding THUD and he sat down on a rock and panted, then reached into his bag for his water and drank it.