Dust, Blood, and Fur Part 2
Crappy breakfast, a few miles of jogging, pushups, sit-ups, time on the range, and other combat training, then a crappier lunch. after some rec time, another run, more time at the range, obstacle course, then some more rec time.
Snowbomb
We talked about the time jason got drunk off of a case of beer he stole and dreamt of a headless scarecrow jogging through a pool filled with pepto-bismal.
Fetch boy 1
Isaac was jogging up, disordered shirt fluttering in the wind. "i honestly don't know. are you okay, bud? why were you hiding this? what's wrong?" i whimpered and let a whiny howl come out of my mouth. "john, are you okay?" no. no, i was not
Musk II- A continuation
Usually, he'd be wiped from writing or jogging and he'd have been looking forward to those warm breaths in his ear since around lunch. it was special, always.
Track Meet #1
Instead, i start off with my mid-game pace, which wasn't as fast as sprinting, but not as slow as jogging. for me, that pace was about 1:30 per 400 meters, or one lap, which translated to a solid 5:20 mile, or 1600 meters.
Tropical Revised - Chapter Seven
The otters resumed their jog around the track. shasta passed them as well, but refrained from making any sarcastic comments.
Shadow's everyday life
I started to jog the way. even though i lived quite a distance from the school.
The Furry Odd Couple
All she had on was a white tank-top and very short, tight jogging pants, a past-time she hadn't engaged herself in for some time. she wore them never-the-less just because she knew they'd show off her well-toned skunky ass.
Seekers: Chapter Fourteen: Uncovered History
Elise asked me, breaking into a small jog through the torn up and pitch black corridors. "is it anything useful?" "i don't know." i admitted, catching up and jogging with her. "it's some kind of dog-tag with the name 'kobalt kaiken' on it."
Raspberry Line Chapter 7 - The Angry Tiger's Den
She quickly turned back around and jogged down the sidewalk, narrowly embracing a pencil-thin mailbox, expertly camouflaged for optimum collision potential.
Realms of Valeron - Chapter 10
He hurried to keep up, quickly moving into a light jog, his eyes darting to and fro as he watched out for any of the blue teams warriors. he found aria hunched over a small wooden cart.
Which Way Is The Guatemalan Way?
"a large amount of food plus five hour bus right multiplied with a two-mile jog equals only one thing: vomit." "you've already said this," judy groans. "luckily it'll be my turn if it ever comes to a roadblock."