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My character Patrigue figured he needed to lose a few pounds and took up the activity of jogging. However, upon inspection of his wardrobe, he found that he was not in possession of proper jogging shirts or jogging shorts. After deliberating on this fact, he figured it would be best to simply forgo them and walked out the door with a smile on his face, his iPod in his hand, his sneakers on his feet, and... well, nothing else on.
Not many people were up this early in the morning, but those that were couldn't help but stop and stare at the naked avian strutting around with everything bare to the world. Some gasped silently. Some shouted at him to cover himself. Some even catcalled and asked for his number. Patrigue was oblivious to it all, with the music in his earbuds at max volume.
Twenty minutes later, after a lap around the neighborhood, he ended up back in front of his house, sweaty and worn out. Entering the house, he felt proud about how he was finally taking the initiative to get himself in better shape even without the workout gear. A pain in his joints brought him out of his reveling.
"Ow!.... Maybe if I stretch first," he said rubbing the small of his back, "I can jog farther next time."