The Jogger

After a lengthy recovery from a bike wreck I was encouraged to walk to improve my leg strength and balance. After six months in a cast I was very weak and a 100 yards was a big order. Hobbling forward on a cane I did my best to keep out of the way of joggers. Day after day I hobbled until one day this one jogger stopped and turned and asked me what happened. I gave her an explanation, but she didn't want the medical, how I was injured is what she was looking for.

I don't know why, but she said she was willing to walk with me and be my buddy, if I didn't mind if she took off and ran after. Day after day she pushed me, little by little I gained confidence, a gait for walking. One day, weeks later she asked me to wait for her to run her lap and we'd go get breakfast.

Her day to day was retail, and she admitted she never spoke with egg heads. Breakfast was about some loser, I, listened. When she was done I told her, ditch and run, she was too much for the loser. I found myself in boyfriend mode with all the happy endings. Milked at night, walked in the morning, spending my money. She worked her way in, becoming indispensable.

One thing about her, fit and finish and a first class chassis, she had my number. Whether it was walking, or sex at night, I was up and running. And this egg head ended up with a twenty six year old jogger.