Never thought I’d have a story hot enough to share here, but this happened about a week ago and I wanted to get the story out before the memory fades. (~~~ for the “good parts”)
There seems to be a number of new faces around the neighborhood as people come home to spend quarantine with their families. Out on my afternoon jog I came up behind a freckled redhead, maybe 5’3″ white t-shirt and short black running shorts also out for a run. She must have forgotten to pack a sports bra; her full chest was visibly bouncing in the shirt. Actually looked kind of painful, but I was too amused to dwell on it.
I picked up my pace a little, my watch pinging me to go faster. As I was going past I accidentally bumped her, turning I gave a hasty apologetic wave and kept going. I kept seeing her around the rest of the week, seemed like our run schedules were somewhat similar.
A week of just friendly waves & smiles goes by, when finally I get a “Hey!!”
“Hi! Out for your run?”
“Yeah, but this trail is getting a little old – are there other paths? Hi, I’m Elise”