You try to keep up with Kaylee... poorly

You try to recover from your wounded pride by keeping up with her practiced pace. This backfires rather badly.

You keep up for the first minute or so, your aching muscles screaming on fire as you push them harder, but your body gives way after that, hunched over and gasping for air all too soon. So much for looking impressive to the cute jogger.

You luck out a second time, because she notices your pause and circles back to check on you. You should probably stop overextending your luck.

"You okay there, pal?" She's only slightly grinning at your amateur mistake.

You try not to throw up, and thankfully you resist that much, but you hand signal that you hear her as you catch your breaths.

"I'm... fine...," you blatantly lie, before giving up on that charade. "Okay.... maybe... not... fine..."

You luck out again with her willingness to put up with your antics, but she's clearly amused by your overconfidence meeting the hard reality of your physical condition. Better not fuck up some more. You literally had a goddess on your side, pal.