After our moment of extreme weirdness at Crossroads, things with Drew and I go right back to normal. He’s training for a half marathon, so April pushed us to start running together in the mornings, which explains the first part of my exercise montage. Cue the Rocky theme song. The one with the trumpet that goes: Dun da-da dun da-da dun da-da dun Dun dun da-da dun da-da dun da-da dun Dun dun dun dun dun Da-da dun Da-da dun Now cut to Drew and I red faced and sweating as we run through the park. Okay, so I’m red faced and sweating and he looks as gorgeous as ever. But you have to appreciate my dedication, especially when my nostrils twitch and I look to the side where along the trail, a mustached man in a pink t-shirt stands beside an ice cream cart. He holds an ice cream cone out to me and nods with a broad smile, but I shake my head and press on. Next cut to me at the gym doing a set of bicep curls while Rio stands behind me, clapping his hands and pushing me on.
