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elusive_buttrfly
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"Fuck ya, let's get after it."
He said as he hopped out of bed. He had always been a morning person. Even as a kid. Now, at almost 40 years old, he could "get more shit done before breakfast, that you can get done in a day." He would tell his subordinates at the office.
He hopped out of bed, but paused in front of the mirror on the way to the closet.
"Not bad Jake, not bad at all." He thought to himself as he looked in the mirror. At 5'11" and 200 pounds, yes, he was thicker than most runners. But he carried it well. He ran 6 days a week and lifted 5. Making sure to take Fridays completely off to give his body at least one entire day per week to recover. He had the thick thighs and calves that many runners have, but he made sure to lift enough weight with his upper body to compensate for the thicker lower body. He was what many women called "well proportioned." His blue eyes looked back at him, noticing the thinning blonde hair on his head. It didn't bother him, just a normal part of aging. He kept his hair short, shaved almost to the wick at the sides, and then "faded" to a little bit of length on top. He had a couple of days growth of whiskers on his face. He usually shaved every day through the week and left it grow on the weekends. This Sunday morning's couple of days growth was about as long as he let his beard grow.
He threw on a pair of running shorts, a t-shirt, thin running socks and his favorite running shoes. He wanted to get his morning jog in early. Nothing too crazy this morning, a quick 5k, just enough to get some endorphins pumping. He didn't even put his earbuds in. Just a quick jog around the river. It was a cool fall morning, it didn't freeze the night before, but it got close.
He ran paths around the river that were already pre-measured and marked out for a 5k. He finished in what he felt like was a good time for a soon to be 40 year old, and did a cool down walk down to his favorite coffee shop downtown. He ordered a Guatemalan blend, black, and decided to sit outside on the patio as he was still warm from his run.
The sun was shining brightly, warming the chilly morning air. He was daydreaming, of nothing in particular, when he noticed, more he sensed movement going into the coffee shop. He was far too off in his own world to really notice the woman who walked in... but he "sensed" something... he knew he was going to have to meet this woman...
He said as he hopped out of bed. He had always been a morning person. Even as a kid. Now, at almost 40 years old, he could "get more shit done before breakfast, that you can get done in a day." He would tell his subordinates at the office.
He hopped out of bed, but paused in front of the mirror on the way to the closet.
"Not bad Jake, not bad at all." He thought to himself as he looked in the mirror. At 5'11" and 200 pounds, yes, he was thicker than most runners. But he carried it well. He ran 6 days a week and lifted 5. Making sure to take Fridays completely off to give his body at least one entire day per week to recover. He had the thick thighs and calves that many runners have, but he made sure to lift enough weight with his upper body to compensate for the thicker lower body. He was what many women called "well proportioned." His blue eyes looked back at him, noticing the thinning blonde hair on his head. It didn't bother him, just a normal part of aging. He kept his hair short, shaved almost to the wick at the sides, and then "faded" to a little bit of length on top. He had a couple of days growth of whiskers on his face. He usually shaved every day through the week and left it grow on the weekends. This Sunday morning's couple of days growth was about as long as he let his beard grow.
He threw on a pair of running shorts, a t-shirt, thin running socks and his favorite running shoes. He wanted to get his morning jog in early. Nothing too crazy this morning, a quick 5k, just enough to get some endorphins pumping. He didn't even put his earbuds in. Just a quick jog around the river. It was a cool fall morning, it didn't freeze the night before, but it got close.
He ran paths around the river that were already pre-measured and marked out for a 5k. He finished in what he felt like was a good time for a soon to be 40 year old, and did a cool down walk down to his favorite coffee shop downtown. He ordered a Guatemalan blend, black, and decided to sit outside on the patio as he was still warm from his run.
The sun was shining brightly, warming the chilly morning air. He was daydreaming, of nothing in particular, when he noticed, more he sensed movement going into the coffee shop. He was far too off in his own world to really notice the woman who walked in... but he "sensed" something... he knew he was going to have to meet this woman...
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