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“Well you can get better each and every time, and your times can get better too.”
“Valid argument. Plenty of time to practice.”
“Faster than the last one, slower than your fastest. So —- not good enough.”
“Alright, then you take a crack at it. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
“And hurt your pride? I’m too nice to do that.”
“Sounds more like a cop out to me.”
“Is this where I tell you I forgot to press the start button?”
“Seriously?”
“You’re getting slow.”
“Alright, let’s see you have a go at it.”
“Not that bad-one minute and forty-five seconds.”
“Better then I thought honestly. The start kind of got me.”
“Is very fast a time? I may have forgotten to time you — I never said I was Mrs Reliable anyway … honestly you just ran so fast I didn’t have time to time you …”
“Well, maybe not reliable but I can respect the honesty.”
“You have a lot of work to do — go again”
“What do you suggest then. Pointers?”
“Phew—that was a good one. What was my time?”
“With your sprints, you’re looking at under a minute for every 200 meters. Not gonna be the next track star, but still awesome, I’d say.”
“Always room for improvement. Guess I’ve been outta the game for awhile.”
“Phew---that was a good one. What was my time?”
“I continue to hear how crazy and out of control this town is. Care to enlighten me?”
“I’m not really one for gossip.”
“What? – come on, it’s a Polaroid. Can’t be the weirdest thing you’ve ever seen.”
“Not the weirdest.”
“They said no one else would be in here — was the whole appeal of working out here this late. Whatever it is —- can’t it wait?”
“It’s an open gym---seems like we had the same agenda.”
“I’ll hold you to it. I just don’t think mine is very funny so much as just kinda sad. I was running a few months back, literally just minding my own business and focused on the trail and I ended up tripping over this branch that was there and, you’d think, oh, that’s not the worst but it was going downhill on the path so I ended up basically face planting down the hill into the still damp grass from morning dew and, yeah, turns out there are a surprising number of people who jog early in the morning who got a nice show.”
“Ouch. Well, mine’s more stupidity then anything. Back in high school I was with one of my buddies out on a lake. There was this tree that hung over the water in the middle of winter. So I figured I’d climb and jump. What I didn’t count on was my jeans getting caught and I basically was hanging upside down. No water just me monkeying around.”
“——Who are you?”
“Name’s Walker. You?”