race to run, and I needed to
finish. I cut back on the weights and concentrated on the
treadmill, bike, and Stairmaster.
At the end of the three month camp, I had
lost a total of ninety-seven pounds. I went from three hundred four
down to two hundred seven pounds.
A week later was the marathon. I saw Megan
for the first time since leaving the camp. Now I knew I would
finish this race.
The gun sounded, and I took off. I paced
myself. Around the nine mile mark, I started feeling like I might
not make it. Then, I thought of Megan, and I got my second
wind.
I felt good until I hit mile seventeen.
That’s when I hit the proverbial wall. But I knew what I had
waiting for me at the finish line, and I was going to finish this
race, even if I had to crawl on my hands and knees.
By mile twenty-three, I was walking. My legs
were rubber and on fire, but I would finish this race.
I saw the finish line. Megan was there
waiting on me. When I saw her, I took that last bit of energy I had
and sprinted to the finish. I crossed the line and passed out.
When I came to, Megan was standing over me. I
hoped she didn’t expect me to perform now. I was hardly in any
condition.
Fortunately, she gave me a few days to
recover. She invited me to her house for a workout that, according
to her, “I would never forget”.
Once I was back to one hundred percent, I
took her up on the offer. I went to her house. Her assistant
answered the door. She told me that Megan was waiting for me in the
gym, third door down the hall on the left.
When I walked in, there she was. She was in
the buff. Michelangelo couldn’t have sculpted a better looking
body. She told me to join her. By that, she meant for me to take my
clothes off. As I said before, she’s the boss.
She walked over to the ab straps, placed her
arms in them, and pulled herself up. She spread her legs. She told
me to come over and do fifty pelvic thrusts.
When I came into the house, I had a limp
rope. Seeing her in that position, though, I now had a weight
bar.
After the fifty thrusts, she was just warmed
up. She took me to the inversion table. She set me on it. I hooked
my legs in. She took a running leap onto me. We were upside down
now. I started doing more pelvis thrusts.
After a few minutes, the workout was over.
Too bad this was the last I would see of Megan.
I considered putting the weight back on so I
would have to go back. I decided against it. I knew that I wouldn’t
get the same treatment from her the second time.
YEAR IN THE
WAITING
I believe in the old saying: “The best things in life
are worth waiting for.” Especially in this case.
I could still remember the first time I saw
Natalee. I went to see my friend Scott. He had company, his
girlfriend Paige and her friend Natalee. It was love at first
sight.
“Jeff, this is my girlfriend Paige and her
friend Natalee.”
Our eyes locked. We exchanged hellos and
phone numbers. Her flowing brown hair. Amber eyes. Freckles all
over her face. Petite frame. I knew that she was the woman I wanted
to spend the rest of my life with.
Our first date was typical. Dinner and a
movie. Walk to the door and said good-bye.
Our next few dates were similar. We spent
some nights at home, renting movies and ordering takeout. We were
more friends than boy or girlfriend. I knew as much about her as
she did me after the first month.
Two months into the relationship, I declared
my love for her. It would be for not if she did not accept it and
return it. Not only did she accept it, she returned it sealed with
a kiss, our first kiss.
Three months in, we decided to go exclusive.
Not that I would ever stray from her. Both of us being virgins, we
decided that just because we were going steady, that was no reason
to ruin it by having sex.
As I said, on sight, I knew Nat was the woman
I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. So, on our six month
anniversary, I planned a great picnic dinner. Fried chicken. Potato
salad. Corn on the
finish. I cut back on the weights and concentrated on the
treadmill, bike, and Stairmaster.
At the end of the three month camp, I had
lost a total of ninety-seven pounds. I went from three hundred four
down to two hundred seven pounds.
A week later was the marathon. I saw Megan
for the first time since leaving the camp. Now I knew I would
finish this race.
The gun sounded, and I took off. I paced
myself. Around the nine mile mark, I started feeling like I might
not make it. Then, I thought of Megan, and I got my second
wind.
I felt good until I hit mile seventeen.
That’s when I hit the proverbial wall. But I knew what I had
waiting for me at the finish line, and I was going to finish this
race, even if I had to crawl on my hands and knees.
By mile twenty-three, I was walking. My legs
were rubber and on fire, but I would finish this race.
I saw the finish line. Megan was there
waiting on me. When I saw her, I took that last bit of energy I had
and sprinted to the finish. I crossed the line and passed out.
When I came to, Megan was standing over me. I
hoped she didn’t expect me to perform now. I was hardly in any
condition.
Fortunately, she gave me a few days to
recover. She invited me to her house for a workout that, according
to her, “I would never forget”.
Once I was back to one hundred percent, I
took her up on the offer. I went to her house. Her assistant
answered the door. She told me that Megan was waiting for me in the
gym, third door down the hall on the left.
When I walked in, there she was. She was in
the buff. Michelangelo couldn’t have sculpted a better looking
body. She told me to join her. By that, she meant for me to take my
clothes off. As I said before, she’s the boss.
She walked over to the ab straps, placed her
arms in them, and pulled herself up. She spread her legs. She told
me to come over and do fifty pelvic thrusts.
When I came into the house, I had a limp
rope. Seeing her in that position, though, I now had a weight
bar.
After the fifty thrusts, she was just warmed
up. She took me to the inversion table. She set me on it. I hooked
my legs in. She took a running leap onto me. We were upside down
now. I started doing more pelvis thrusts.
After a few minutes, the workout was over.
Too bad this was the last I would see of Megan.
I considered putting the weight back on so I
would have to go back. I decided against it. I knew that I wouldn’t
get the same treatment from her the second time.
YEAR IN THE
WAITING
I believe in the old saying: “The best things in life
are worth waiting for.” Especially in this case.
I could still remember the first time I saw
Natalee. I went to see my friend Scott. He had company, his
girlfriend Paige and her friend Natalee. It was love at first
sight.
“Jeff, this is my girlfriend Paige and her
friend Natalee.”
Our eyes locked. We exchanged hellos and
phone numbers. Her flowing brown hair. Amber eyes. Freckles all
over her face. Petite frame. I knew that she was the woman I wanted
to spend the rest of my life with.
Our first date was typical. Dinner and a
movie. Walk to the door and said good-bye.
Our next few dates were similar. We spent
some nights at home, renting movies and ordering takeout. We were
more friends than boy or girlfriend. I knew as much about her as
she did me after the first month.
Two months into the relationship, I declared
my love for her. It would be for not if she did not accept it and
return it. Not only did she accept it, she returned it sealed with
a kiss, our first kiss.
Three months in, we decided to go exclusive.
Not that I would ever stray from her. Both of us being virgins, we
decided that just because we were going steady, that was no reason
to ruin it by having sex.
As I said, on sight, I knew Nat was the woman
I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. So, on our six month
anniversary, I planned a great picnic dinner. Fried chicken. Potato
salad. Corn on the
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