As I continued to run, I noticed that my body started to get a little more toned and I could run a little farther each week.
One night my daughter's friend was over and I was walking out of the house to go for my daily run. She looked at me with my running garb on and told me that the running agreed with me. I just looked at her and laughed. She then reminded me that she ran cross country and that an old man like me could not hang. Again, I just looked at her and laughed. "Any time you feel you could handle me, just let me know."
Her reply took me by surprise. "I could handle you in sooooo many ways it would make your heads spin," she whispered. I winked at her and walked out the door. As I started my run, I was thinking to myself, did she just suggest what I thought? NO WAY, just some harmless flirting. I continued my run.
I got back to the house and went upstairs to shower and change. I went outside to the patio to relax and enjoy a wonderful summers night. Soon after I sat down, she came outside and sat down. "Hey, how was your short walk?" she said with deep sarcasm. I proceeded to tell her how far I went and the route I took. She looked surprised. What's the look for?
"I could go that far with you easily, but that is not a good route to take" she complained. The route takes me down a local road and then onto a walking path. I know she had no problem with that, but the path then goes into a deep forest area and back in the woods is a picnic area. "That place scares me, there are no lights back there and creepy people hang out there all the time" she again complained. I told her that when I run there are no people back in the woods or around the picnic area, plus there is a light on the shelter. She shrugged her shoulders and went to go inside. "Maybe I could go with you sometime" she asked.
"Every night, same time, same route, same distance" I told her.
"hmmmm" she said as she shut the door.
A week went by and she did not come over. It was a little strange because she was at our house all the time. She only lived a couple of houses down from ours. But since she graduated from high school, and started working. Maybe she has too much on her plate.
The next week I walked out of my house to go for my daily run. I was in the front stretching and a car pulled up. It was her. "Give me 5 minutes, you are going to take me tonight" she stated.
"Oh I am now, what makes you think you are good enough for me to take?" I jabbed her back.
"Listen I need to run off some of this stress."
"What stress could you possibly have?" I shot back.
"Are you going to wait or not?"
"Hurry up oh little one," I said. She stuck out her tongue and drove down the street. She hated the name little one. I called her that because she was only about 5'5" and could not weigh anymore than 75-80 lbs. I think I heard her say she wears a size 1. Now even though she is small, she is a very very pretty. Red hair, brown eyes, loves to tan, a great ass, but not much in the chest area to speak of.
She came down the street and was ready to go. I asked her if she needed to stretch out before we left, but she told me to get the show on the road. We took off. During the first 20 minutes of our run we talked about work and what was stressing her out. Her applications for college, the dumb boys that are all over her at the pool and her boss at work who she claims is a jerk.
As we got to the forest she slowed down a little. I told her to keep up and she would be fine. We continued and just about 200 yards from the picnic area she slowed down. "What's up?" I asked. "Cramp," she said. "I told you to stretch before we took off, where is it at?" "What do you mean" she said breathing hard. "Your cramp," I asked. "My groin muscle," she could hardly speak.
I stopped and started to walk. "Oh thank you," she said. "Let’s go over to the picnic table and stretch out," I stated. We walked over to the tables and started to stretch out. She was in a lot of pain.