Aaron threw on a pair of basketball shorts and a black hooded sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off. He informed Nick that he wasn’t hungry and that he was going for run to wake up, he’d be back within the hour. He took off in a full sprint toward the beach from the back porch. The faster he ran the louder his heart pounded against the inside of his skull. His weakening knees hurt and his entire body shook as an ocean breeze blew. He pushed through the pain, running for miles along side the waves. When his legs are feeling like they are going to give out from underneath him, he dropped to his stomach and readies himself to do push-ups. His goal is two hundred; he only made it to twelve before he collapsed into the sand in agony, gasping for breath.
Aaron is completely unaware of the fact that he’s been gone for almost four hours and his brother is frantically driving around town in search of him.