My "official" first E/O word challenge! YEEHAAH! :P
# of words: 100. Prompt: Lunge.
Lemme know what ya think! :D
Every muscle ached. Movement was agony. Dean couldn't do it; there was no way he could possibly crawl one more inch.
"The clock's ticking. Move it."
He sucked in a quick breath of air and heaved himself forward, sliding across the wet, sticky mud that caked the earth around him. Of course John would find the toughest terrain in the state for them to train on.
The man was a nazi.
Crossing the finish line, Dean's whole body collapsed. His face pressed against the cool mud, every muscle rejoicing at a chance for rest.
"Alright. Time for lunges."
Or not.
:)