Be brave

You've already proved to yourself that you're in terrible shape. Still, she did say 'cool down,' right? Besides, you figure the worst that can happen is what already happened. So you take a deep breath, try to lower your voice a bit so you'll sound more male, and say "Sure."

She smiles. "You know I'm going to use you for practice, right?"

Your dick goes sprong. No question that you'd like to use her for practice. You wonder what her skin feels like... is it hard like her muscles, or soft like... well, soft?

"You can use me for anything you want," you manage.

She giggles again. "I was talking about practicing my personal trainer skills."

"Oh. Yeah, me too."

"I'm sure."

"So," she says as she sets off. "The trick to getting started running is to start slow."

"Doesn't that sort of defeat the purpose?"

"Depends on your goal. I'm guessing your goal is to lose some of that softness around your belly and to tone up overall. For that, you don't need speed, you need the miles. And you can't do miles if you're running faster than you can sustain."

Which you were then, despite her words about starting slow.

Well, you had already hit maximum humiliation. Adding to it wouldn't do any more damage. "Uh, then maybe we should go slower."

"Okay." She slows her pace, then chats with you about her training business (there is a LOT of competition and a lot of racist jerks who want hot blondes instead of hot black girls), her background (she went to San Jose State on a tennis/softball scholarship but wasn't good enough for the pro circuit) and you find yourself talking about your career and its abrupt end."

You've never been able to talk comfortably to girls and you're shocked that you're doing so now.

And then you run out of steam. "Gotta stop," you admit.

"Hey, you did great. You just ran three miles."

"You're kidding."

"Nope."

"Wow. I hope I start making some money. I'll hire you for sure."

"Yeah, I hope you do, too. In the meantime, maybe I'll see you in the park."

"Yeah, I'll be working out. I... I don't just want tone. I'd actually like some muscle."

"Hum. I'll have to assess you and figure out a program."

"Once I can afford you, you mean."

"Sometimes I can't tell if you really are so innocent or if you're playing me."

"I'm not sure either of those is good."

"Yeah, me neither. I'm Jackie, by the way."

"Mike."

"Great. See you around, Mike."

"Yeah," you say to her rapidly retreating ass. Man, what an ass. What is it that makes girls swish their butts when they move. Whatever it is, you want more. In fact, you want to see that ass swish on top of your dick. Another goal to add to your list.