Chris brushed beads of sweat from his face, grimacing as the salt burned his eyes. This was only his fourth time jogging this summer, and his body hadn't quite adjusted to the intensity of the exercise. He had promised himself during the spring semester that, come break, he would find the inner resolve to work out, and he had remained more or less true to his word. At least during this first month, he had managed to drag himself out of bed and onto the sidewalk each Friday afternoon.
The idea was to realize whatever potential his body had to become that of a real man. Although he was a sophomore in university, he had the face and build of a thin, though not scrawny, sixteen year old. Of course, his friends had suggested that weight training might be more conducive to his aims, but he figured he would start with something more simple and, frankly, less likely to lead to embarrassment.
The idea was to realize whatever potential his body had to become that of a real man. Although he was a sophomore in university, he had the face and build of a thin, though not scrawny, sixteen year old. Of course, his friends had suggested that weight training might be more conducive to his aims, but he figured he would start with something more simple and, frankly, less likely to lead to embarrassment.