Gemotions

He bounced on the balls of his feet, feeling the pavement vibrate beneath him. "Almost there!" Leo yelled to himself, his voice echoing in the nearly empty park. He had been jogging for two hours, but his legs didn’t feel tired. His chest expanded with deep, satisfying breaths. He had purchased a new drum kit a few weeks ago, and since then, his music had been improving, and his neighbor, Mr. Henderson, seemed less pleased. "Could you turn down that racket, son?" Mr. Henderson grumbled from his porch, arms crossed and face scrunched.