Post by lily e. shaw on Aug 30, 2012 20:10:37 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 30px solid #883a2f; border-bottom:30px solid #883a2f; border-top:30px solid #883a2f; border-right: 30px solid #883a2f;] lily arrived at the gym, frowning and feeling rather awkward. she always hated exercise. okay, so it was a little because she was lazy and a little because gym wasn't her favorite subject at school. and part of it was because she always overheated after a few minutes. she was always trying to hide her cuts, wearing sweatpants and long sleeves, and, well, that never worked. but she figured that while she was here and no one would fail her for not wearing the required outfit, she may as well try to work out. try, of course, being the key word. she'd even found a pair of suitable jeans and a light long-sleeved shirt. she stepped on the treadmill, starting it at a rather slow pace. there was a calorie counter on the treadmill, which made lily smile. bad luck for the eating disorder kids, she mused. she upped the pace a little bit until she was jogging, and then running. she'd never understood it. she didn't understand it now. it just made her tired. so she turned it down until she was walking slowly, and then stopped it, sitting down on the treadmill. nope. maybe it was because her depression exhausted her. she couldn't figure out if she was more amused or disgusted by her laziness. oh well. she didn't feel like getting up and going back into the hall, so she took some of her bracelets off from the ridiculous amount she owned and started playing with them. lily wished she'd brought something to amuse herself. she should've known this would happen. |
