Hell, no

You finally get a sliver of sense into you as your body screams at your stupid choices. You asked for restraints on your gift from the goddess, not superpowers. Time to recognize that second chances can come from the divine and the mortal alike. The fact that they're both hot makes the humility a bit easier but no less deserved.

You look up from the ground at Kaylee and see her extending a hand to you. You swallow the pride and take her offer, pulling you back upright from a nausea near-disaster. She's the experienced one: follow her lead, dumbass.

"You gonna make it, tough guy?" she chuckles at her rhetorical question.

"Got it, I fucked up. I'm gonna go slower next time."

"Nothing wrong with that. We all start somewhere. No one's born an olympiad."

You nod. Baby steps, Aaron. You wanted a relationship, so you have to earn it. Earning it takes time and effort, goddess or not.

"You're right. What should I do better?"

Kaylee's eyebrows raise at the turn of interest. She expected more bull-headed resistance, rather than a desire to improve.

"Well, first off, if you are going to push yourself hard like that, start breathing deep right from the start of the run. Don't wait until you are struggling. That's why professional runners use oxygen tanks before a sprint: to saturate their blood with as much oxygen as possible for that extra burst of energy. You can get a smaller effect from just breathing heavy in preparation for a strenuous run."

It was your turn to be surprised. You didn't really know that there was so much... science, behind being a runner. Kaylee was both brains and brawns. You didn't think she could get hotter, but here she was.