Work out in the park

You might be able to work out more effectively in a health club but that costs money and money is short. The park is free and, with California's weather, it's comfortable. Besides, by working out in the park, you can do something about your pasty color.

Not having to lug around your knapsack means that you should be able to jog easily.

At least that's what you tell yourself.

The park is filled with attractive women... so much so that you have to wonder if they're all programmers replaced by Indians or something. Doesn't anyone in this city work? Which, you realize, is unfair considering that you're out there with them.

You check out a blonde with a nice set of tits who jogs past you. Well, that's a little incentive. If you speed up just a little, you should be able to watch her ass wiggle as she runs.

Only it turns out that speeding up might have been a little much.

You watch that ass vanish around a corner as you bend over and grab your knees trying not to collapse to the ground.

A redhead giggles as she jogs past you.

Well, shit, that didn't work.

One thing you do know... just running isn't going to give you the body you want. For that, you need resistance. Fortunately, the park includes a set of resistance exercise equipment along the running trail... you're supposed to run between equipment, do the exercise, then move on. Which, you figure, you can do. After a couple of minutes sucking air, you set off at a slower jog. Yeah, a bunch of teenage girls and even some kids pass you but you never assumed you could become a new person in just one day.

The first mechanism is a chinup bar... and you manage two chinups before slipping off and falling on your butt.

"That looks painful."

It's the black girl you noticed yesterday. It figures that you'd run into her whenever you got yourself in an embarrassing situation.

You check her out. Despite being friends with Jeremy, you don't really have a lot of experience with blacks. There weren't that many in the computer science department at San Jose state, and there were hardly any at MicroStuff. Certainly you never dated a black girl... then again, you really never dated anyone before Amber. This particular girl is cute as hell. She's got a great figure with breasts that seem large in proportion to her slender body. Her muscles are cut but still feminine. But damn, she's laughing at you.

A part of you wants to tell her to fuck off. Another part just wants to hide your head in the sand. And a third part of your increasingly divided self wants to fuck her brains out... which means flirting with her since there's no doubt she could kick your ass if you tried anything forceful.