shucking the jacket as he went, tossing it to a happy female near the stage who looked at him in adoration. I watched as Keane handed an empty glass to Kayleigh, who was delivering refills, and kissed her on the cheek. It was a fairly casual gesture of thanks, but he then looked right at me. Oh, he seemed to be challenging me for sure. I raised my eyebrows and shook my head at him. I felt my ponytail hitting the back of my arms as I did. Not fair, all I got was an actual thanks, not a kiss. Was he trying to pique my interest by making me jealous? I am not the jealous type, but my interest was definitely piqued. Once he began, I turned, resigned until another time. Maybe when I knew him a little better? I still kept the spring in my step and the sweet smile on my face as the two men watched me throughout my shift. Mine was over before their gig was, so I kissed Kayleigh's cheek and told her I would see her tomorrow night. I walked over to the stage to throw a few bucks in the super full jar, and I waved sweetly to both guys.
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I woke myself early the next morning. It was early February, and track season was beginning. I never really allowed myself to become complacent, but when the season starts, I begin waking up before the sun comes up to go workout on the beach. My alarm went off at five, and by five fifteen I was dressed in my sweatshirt and track shorts. I tied my laces in a double knot so they would stay, and I grabbed my essentials before jogging down the stairs to my car. The neighborhood was nice and quiet, and the air was crisp and chilly. Perfect.
I drove the twenty minutes to the beach where there’s a makeshift obstacle course geared for exercise. I liked coming this early because I didn't have to worry about too many guys flirting with me. There weren't too many women that used these facilities, so I think it sparked some interest for them. I liked the variation it gave me by comparison to the plain gym at school. Could you really go wrong with working out and watching the sunrise over the beautiful waves? What’s not to love?
I parked across the street, enjoying the sounds of the surf while I grabbed my water and my iPod from my purse, then locked it in. I jogged across the quiet street and hit the sand. The ocean was still lit up under the moon, and it was beautiful. There were street lights every so often to help light the beach, so it wasn't completely dark. This was generally a very safe place, so I wasn't too concerned about that.
I did all my stretches before I began the five mile jog that I forced myself to do everyday. I never really wore my earbuds during this part, this early, I enjoyed the tranquility of the waves hitting the shore near my feet as I jogged. My legs had to work a little harder than they normally would to compensate for how my feet dug into the sand. That’s the way I liked it even as I hated it.
When I turned around at the two and a half mile mark, which was ten lifeguard stands, the sun was beginning to crest just at the horizon line on the water. My favorite part. There were a few other joggers now as I jogged back. For my last quarter mile I forced myself to run the entire way. On the last bit I pushed myself as hard and fast as I could, pulling my famous sprint though it was held back by that same sand that was giving me an extra challenge. When I made myself slow down after meeting my mark, my heart was pounding super hard, and I had to walk with my hands on my head for a little bit. Once I was a little less winded, it was time for me to actually workout. I put my earbuds in as I walked over to the obstacle course. There were ropes, tires, pull up bars, monkey bars, even a net you could climb that was secured to a tall block wall, forcing you to jump the other side once you reached the top. There was another bar off to the side that was shorter for women to do chin
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I woke myself early the next morning. It was early February, and track season was beginning. I never really allowed myself to become complacent, but when the season starts, I begin waking up before the sun comes up to go workout on the beach. My alarm went off at five, and by five fifteen I was dressed in my sweatshirt and track shorts. I tied my laces in a double knot so they would stay, and I grabbed my essentials before jogging down the stairs to my car. The neighborhood was nice and quiet, and the air was crisp and chilly. Perfect.
I drove the twenty minutes to the beach where there’s a makeshift obstacle course geared for exercise. I liked coming this early because I didn't have to worry about too many guys flirting with me. There weren't too many women that used these facilities, so I think it sparked some interest for them. I liked the variation it gave me by comparison to the plain gym at school. Could you really go wrong with working out and watching the sunrise over the beautiful waves? What’s not to love?
I parked across the street, enjoying the sounds of the surf while I grabbed my water and my iPod from my purse, then locked it in. I jogged across the quiet street and hit the sand. The ocean was still lit up under the moon, and it was beautiful. There were street lights every so often to help light the beach, so it wasn't completely dark. This was generally a very safe place, so I wasn't too concerned about that.
I did all my stretches before I began the five mile jog that I forced myself to do everyday. I never really wore my earbuds during this part, this early, I enjoyed the tranquility of the waves hitting the shore near my feet as I jogged. My legs had to work a little harder than they normally would to compensate for how my feet dug into the sand. That’s the way I liked it even as I hated it.
When I turned around at the two and a half mile mark, which was ten lifeguard stands, the sun was beginning to crest just at the horizon line on the water. My favorite part. There were a few other joggers now as I jogged back. For my last quarter mile I forced myself to run the entire way. On the last bit I pushed myself as hard and fast as I could, pulling my famous sprint though it was held back by that same sand that was giving me an extra challenge. When I made myself slow down after meeting my mark, my heart was pounding super hard, and I had to walk with my hands on my head for a little bit. Once I was a little less winded, it was time for me to actually workout. I put my earbuds in as I walked over to the obstacle course. There were ropes, tires, pull up bars, monkey bars, even a net you could climb that was secured to a tall block wall, forcing you to jump the other side once you reached the top. There was another bar off to the side that was shorter for women to do chin
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