I had new sneakers, new workout clothes. The first jog of spring always revived me. After spending the winter on a treadmill, getting out and breathing the fresh flowery air and feeling the sun beat down on me was incredible. I felt invigorated, and maintained a speed I couldn't on a machine. My lungs burned and sweat poured down my back. I ran down the block and turned the corner to the park. As I jogged through the trees and grass, I noticed a big black truck with tinted windows sitting in the gravel parking lot. I figured the vehicle belonged to some necking teenagers, so I didn‘t think twice. As I ran past the truck on my way to the paved path in the park, someone shouted at me. I turned around, and noticed a man standing by the truck with the door open. When I looked, he waved me over to him. I hesitated, my heart pounded, and something in my stomach fluttered. I ignored the feelings and walked over to him. "Sorry to bother you," he said. He dressed nice. He wore a blue button up shirt and tan slacks.
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