treats you like an equal, he treated me like an equal. We don’t have a lot of that in our lives because we’re both in charge. So don’t stay for a week. Stay for a couple weeks, or a month. If you’re serious about finding out where this is going, really find out. Don’t limit yourself to jogging and coffee and picking trash. Don’t make any rules. Ask him to go paddling with you. Ask him to walk on the beach with you. Buy him that surf lesson you were talking about and then go surfing with him. Make up a new thing. If you want to get him naked, get him naked. This is the first real chance you’ve had since it ended. So I’m with you on this one. Try it on for size. You never know. If it ends or doesn’t go anywhere that’s okay. You can have some fun, or some nice jogs, or some more excellent trash picking.”
Shannon walks over and hugs her sister.
“ I love you,” she says.
“ I love you too,” Cara answers.
Joe
This will probably be our last jog. It’s Saturday, and I know they are heading back to Ohio tomorrow. No-one goes for a jog on the morning that they have a twelve hour drive. Maybe they go for a ten minute walk, but they don’t go for a half hour jog. They are getting ready to go.
So why is she jogging with me again today? Am I that good a jogging partner? At fifty? Well still forty-nine for a few more days. I guess she just wants to go jogging. I can see that about her. She’s going to do what she wants to do. And you can come along or not. I don’t think she cares either way. Maybe because of her ex. It sounds like she put her life on hold for him. I’m surprised that her sister told my sister that her ex has been an issue occasionally. But, I can see why someone would have a hard time letting go of Shannon. I think with Shannon there’s no half way. You’re in or you’re out. I am perilously close to being in. Maybe it’s a good thing that she’s going home tomorrow.
Thank God my knees don’t hurt today. Nothing hurts today. I guess it’s because I just walked yesterday morning doing the trash detail. Maybe a few more rest days in between my jogs would be a good idea? Or some swimming? Or a few more miles on my bike and not as many on my feet? Something that doesn’t beat up my knees and hips and back so much? No, that would be way too smart and no-one has ever accused me of doing the smart thing.
Like this jog with Shannon this morning.
It’s Saturday, and she said she’s a ‘Thursday’, which made it clear that that isn’t going to happen. Well, pretty clear. I mean why would you bring that up the day before the day you’re packing up to go home? Maybe it was on her mind? But probably just because Mike brought it up. Thanks a lot dude.
But I am really happy that my knees don’t hurt. I might be able to keep up a little better today. She’s a really good runner. Olympic trials? Yeah she’s a good runner. So why did she go so slow with me? Because she chose to I guess. Yeah I can see that. She might choose to slow down just to have someone to jog with on the wet sand near the warm ocean where a flaming red sun is just rising over the weathered pier. Someone to run with who, like her, is moved by the smell of the salt and the calls of the gulls. Who will change direction to follow the sleek black dolphins as they work their way along the sand bar fishing.
Is she lonely? Is that why she slowed down? Because she’s lonely? Because she wanted someone to talk to? We didn’t even talk that much. Which I like, I don’t really like talking a lot while jogging, especially when the air has been scoured by the morning breeze and the astringent salt is cleansing my lungs. And we didn’t talk very much. So why did she slow down? And why did she ask me to jog again this morning? This is all very confusing for me. It’s much easier running my coffee shop and my coffee business. We buy the beans, we grind the beans, we brew the beans, we sell the coffee. We buy the real
Shannon walks over and hugs her sister.
“ I love you,” she says.
“ I love you too,” Cara answers.
Joe
This will probably be our last jog. It’s Saturday, and I know they are heading back to Ohio tomorrow. No-one goes for a jog on the morning that they have a twelve hour drive. Maybe they go for a ten minute walk, but they don’t go for a half hour jog. They are getting ready to go.
So why is she jogging with me again today? Am I that good a jogging partner? At fifty? Well still forty-nine for a few more days. I guess she just wants to go jogging. I can see that about her. She’s going to do what she wants to do. And you can come along or not. I don’t think she cares either way. Maybe because of her ex. It sounds like she put her life on hold for him. I’m surprised that her sister told my sister that her ex has been an issue occasionally. But, I can see why someone would have a hard time letting go of Shannon. I think with Shannon there’s no half way. You’re in or you’re out. I am perilously close to being in. Maybe it’s a good thing that she’s going home tomorrow.
Thank God my knees don’t hurt today. Nothing hurts today. I guess it’s because I just walked yesterday morning doing the trash detail. Maybe a few more rest days in between my jogs would be a good idea? Or some swimming? Or a few more miles on my bike and not as many on my feet? Something that doesn’t beat up my knees and hips and back so much? No, that would be way too smart and no-one has ever accused me of doing the smart thing.
Like this jog with Shannon this morning.
It’s Saturday, and she said she’s a ‘Thursday’, which made it clear that that isn’t going to happen. Well, pretty clear. I mean why would you bring that up the day before the day you’re packing up to go home? Maybe it was on her mind? But probably just because Mike brought it up. Thanks a lot dude.
But I am really happy that my knees don’t hurt. I might be able to keep up a little better today. She’s a really good runner. Olympic trials? Yeah she’s a good runner. So why did she go so slow with me? Because she chose to I guess. Yeah I can see that. She might choose to slow down just to have someone to jog with on the wet sand near the warm ocean where a flaming red sun is just rising over the weathered pier. Someone to run with who, like her, is moved by the smell of the salt and the calls of the gulls. Who will change direction to follow the sleek black dolphins as they work their way along the sand bar fishing.
Is she lonely? Is that why she slowed down? Because she’s lonely? Because she wanted someone to talk to? We didn’t even talk that much. Which I like, I don’t really like talking a lot while jogging, especially when the air has been scoured by the morning breeze and the astringent salt is cleansing my lungs. And we didn’t talk very much. So why did she slow down? And why did she ask me to jog again this morning? This is all very confusing for me. It’s much easier running my coffee shop and my coffee business. We buy the beans, we grind the beans, we brew the beans, we sell the coffee. We buy the real
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