Barney hadn't had the opportunity to work out in almost 3 days. He could already feel his basketball-sized biceps starting to wilt from inactivity. Not that he really thought too much about how buff he looked, but his brain was beginning to fry with all the pent up energy he couldn't unleash on everyday things like books and tables and students. Exercising had become a bit of safety concern for herculean dude. Without it, he just might do something he would later regret. For instance when he nearly demolished the public library last week. But luckily for the Barren Pines community it was finally the weekend, and with not much filled in on his social calendar (read: blank), he finally had time enough to lift weights at the local gym.
On his way there he tried to focus on things that calmed him. The methodical thumping of his feet against the concrete sidewalk, his short forceful breaths. He imagined arriving at the gym, going inside and feeling welcomed by his fellow iron-pumpers. At times though even the most pleasant thoughts couldn't help his self-consciousness. Becoming randomly aware of the people around him made him extremely anxious. Letting his mind run rampant wondering what others might think of his size it became almost impossible to wind him back together once the gears started to turn out of control. Suddenly unable to curb his jogger's momentum Barney began weaving through the people on the sidewalk like a drunk driver. If he hit anyone square-on surely they would be flung into the middle of the street, probably run over by the campus trolley. Just barely aware of the safety of innocent pedestrians, Barney's erratic jogging led him off the sidewalk and onto a shortcut through the woods. And by shortcut I mean there is now a shortcut through the woods. Thanks to Barney.
His anxiety combined with his body's desperate need for training led him down a slippery slope. Literally, there was a slope ahead and it was rather slick. Barney began to tumble, one glorious calf over the other until with a terrible CRACK! his barrel roll ended at the trunk of a large ominous tree. Hearing a girlish yelp which he presumed to be his own he was somewhat surprised to find, now in a skyward viewing stance, that there was a small blonde-haired schoolgirl crawling around in the branches like a monkey.
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