Oswald Connolly- Beacon Academy grounds.

Exhaling every second time his left foot hit the ground, Oswald reveled in the sensation of the air hitting his face and pushing his short hair about. As he ran, he was exerting significantly more effort than the average runner would, being weighted down by about fifty pounds of training gear. Several students turned their heads to watch the muscular black-haired huntsman-in-training run by wearing what appeared to be a large, poofy sweater and oddly tight sweat pants.

While he would admit that he looked downright silly in his gear, the results were ones nobody could argue with. Oswald's physique could be compared to an Ursa's, really. While he wasn't as large, he was of similar proportions to the ursine Grimm. 

Once his run was finished, Oswald showered and prepared himself for the day, heading to the cafeteria to eat a large breakfast, as befit him.