brody charmicael ;

If he didn't have his ear buds in his, well, ears, then Brody could of probably heard the sound of his black nikes hitting the track ground as he did his usual jog around them. The loud sound of Kanye West's "Stronger" was sort of zoning everything out though, I guess you could say. Brody didn't normally play his music that loud, but it was his favorite song at the moment and he was trying to get some damn High School Musical crap out of his head. He made the mistake of turning on the television late last night, and stumbled onto the Disney Channel. Brody honestly never watched it, but it was at some part where the Zac and Vanessa chick were singing on stage and they were singing "Breaking Free". All it too were those 3 short minutes of listening to it, and it felt like it was permanently stuck in his head. He found himself tapping his pencil to it today on his desk during a math test without even realizing it, and it was starting to annoy him.

Basketball practice had ended around 20 minutes ago, but Brody didn't really feel like he had gotten his fitness worth so he went out to the track to run around a bit, do some push-ups, etc. He wasn't one to complain when the coach would make them do extra laps around the court or anything like that because he had grown to enjoy exercising. If he wasn't sore by the end of the day, then he wasn't truly satisfied. Probably another half hour of all of this and then he would start to feel some pain, which was a good thing in his case because it showed that he was working hard. Exercise has always been a pretty big thing to Brody, seeing that it helped him with his game. There was no point in being a great basketball player if you were slow and had bad stamina.

Once the Kanye West song had ended, Brody went ahead and set it to 'repeat' so it would play again. There wasn't really too much on his ipod that he wanted to listen to right now but that. He made his way to the left side of the track where some of the bleachers were, taking the ear buds out and laying them on his shoulders since his ipod was strapped to the side of his arm. Small beads of sweat started to trickle down the sides of his forehead and eventually made their way to his bare chest, Brody picking up the water bottle he had set on the bleachers and taking a quick drink from it.