It's a cool summer day.
I jump out of bed and put on a tank top, a pair of shorts, and running shoes.
There is a trail a few miles down near the beach that I go to often. The sound of the waves crashing on the shore, and the smell of salt water calm me.
The trail is pretty well known, and there is always joggers scattered in between.
I get to the trail, it's now around 7 in the morning, and the sun is hidden behind the clouds.
As I stretch before my run a light breeze passes over me and my nipples harden beneath my tank top. I look over and notice one of the runners has stopped jogging and is starting at my breasts. I smile to myself remembering that I did not put on a bra today and my nipples are poking through the fabric.
I put in my earphones and start my run through the trail, passing a man with his dog, and an elderly couple walking.
I reach a point in the trail where you have the option of going on a little detour, or the more travelled route.