Gym, Flag Football Practice, Sunday Noon

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

There were painstakingly measured cone paths running up and down the length of the gym.  Today the players were going to run. 

Once everyone appeared to be assembled, John made an announcement, "Okay guys, today we're gonna run sprints.  Let's see how fast all of you can run 100 meters."  He motioned to a box of stopwatches next to the sign-in sheet.  "Grab a stopwatch and time yourself.  You can also get in groups or pairs if you'd like.  If you have questions, your captains are available as always."

[ooc: Please wait for the OCD is up!]

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Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

Jim held up his hands. "I know. Just . . . instinct."

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

Johnny extinguished the flames and smiled wide. "I would do it more often if I could."

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

"You don't mind that other people know you can do that?"

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

He's never thought about that.

"Should I?"

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

"I don't know. I don't think I would." Hypothetically speaking. Of course.

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

Johnny rubbed his chin, giving this some thought. "I will think about this. Of course, you know, I don't go around broadcasting it here. At home I'm sort of a celebrity."

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

"A celebrity? On purpose?"

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"Well, I don't get paid for it," Johnny smirked.

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

Jim shook his head. He definitely didn't want anyone to know about . . . well, that.