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“Twelve kilometers?” I wondered. “What’s that in miles?”
“Seven and a halfish,” he answered, grinning wide now. “But I’m talking about twelve miles, not kilometers.”
My mouth fell open.
“You’re going to run twelve miles?” I gasped.
“Yep,” he confirmed. “Pace convinced me to do a half marathon with him benefitting fallen heroes next month. I’ve been training for it ever since.”
I shook my head.
“That’s cool,” I said. “And fun. And crazy.”
He snatched up the last piece of pizza before leaning back in the couch and groaning.
“I’m going to be so slow tomorrow,” he murmured, rubbing his abs.
Yes, abs.
The man still had abs even after putting away three pieces of pizza, a large order of fries, half a milkshake, and a half of a burrito.
“You disgust me,” I told him. “Tomorrow I’m going to gain five pounds and you’ll still have abs.”
He patted his belly.
“Maybe,” he agreed. “But you also have to think about the fact that I usually eat fairly healthy. And there are days that I don’t have abs. Tomorrow will probably be one of them.”
I scoffed.
“I highly doubt it,” I countered. “You’ll probably wake up tomorrow with a ten-pack.”
He took a bite of the pizza and shrugged. “If I have a lot of water retention, my belly’s not nearly as well-formed. Trust me, it happens. And with the amount of fucking salt we just ingested? It’s a very real possibility.” He tilted his head. “You know, you could run the 5K that they’re doing as well as the half marathon. A month is enough to prepare to run that.”
My eyes widened. “You want me to run a 5K? That’s a lot!”
It was…kind of.
“You said you ran,” he pushed.
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She started gathering her trash, dropping all of it into the pizza box before taking it to the kitchen.
There she threw everything that she could away, then walked the pizza box to the back porch where I kept the recycling bin.
Once she was back, she had a concentrating look on her face.
“What?” I asked, finishing off the last bite of my pizza, then guzzling down the rest of my beer.
“I’ll run with you.” She paused. “But I’m not a very good runner. I can run…it’s just not any fun.”
My lips twitched.
“I don’t think running is fun for anybody,” I admitted.
She frowned. “Then why do you do it so much?”
