Summer Fitness [Period 2, Friday]

[doubleohblonde]

As the class assembled at the Danger Shop, they were greeted by an entirely too-chipper Bond, and some very pretty scenery that would in no way have looked familiar to any members of the class if they were around.

"So," he began, once everyone had arrived. "I thought we'd have a relatively simple class today, and do a spot of cross-country running. Not a race though, it doesn't matter what order you finish the course in, so long as you finish." There, that wasn't in the least bit ominous.

"So, if you'll just slip the back-packs on, and follow me, that would be great."

...wait, back-packs?

[Please wait for OCD up!]

[Roster]

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The Finish Line - SF [Week 3]

[doubleohblonde]

Cool down, watch other people finish, collapse in an exhausted heap and curse the day the teacher was born.

Re: The Finish Line - SF [Week 3]

[always-damp.livejournal.com]

Toby was caked with mud. God this was gonna make for an awesome shower.

...Damn Kevin for picking this week to beak it off. Damn him to hell.

Re: The Finish Line - SF [Week 3]

[my-tragic-past.livejournal.com]

Kevin was so heading to the beach (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/2981640.html). He needed to cool off.

And get away from Toby and all his neediness.

Re: The Finish Line - SF [Week 3]

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

Caked with mud, Johnny was definitely thinking shower.

Re: The Finish Line - SF [Week 3]

[raspberryturk]

Okay. The first thing Reno was going to do was lose the stupid backpack.

The next thing Reno was going to do was make plans to start doing all future jogging with a stupid backpack of his own on. That had been one heck of a workout.

Re: The Finish Line - SF [Week 3]

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

The mud had slowed Cal down enough that he was plenty cool, just very...muddy. He looked down at his feet and sighed, thinking that, really? This class was really just as hard on your body as it was your clothes.

Re: The Finish Line - SF [Week 3]

[carsexual]

Sam ditched his backpack and collapsed in a heap, gasping for air and praying for a merciful death.