Wednesday, 4 March 2015

Running High - Chapter 4

The days ran into one another and Sara liked her routines. She woke at the same time each morning and ate the same food each day before leaving for the gym.

She stayed busy preparing for the marathon and had not seen Ric in months. She often thought about him and when she did, she always had a smile on her face as the memories of him came flooding back.

She thought about his suggestion for her to visit Turkey. She did have a family connection to the Peninsula with both her grandfather and great grandfather serving as Anzac’s, so the idea was tempting.

As the weeks wore on, her training ramped up with six months to go before her great race. She still had not seen Ric and she was desperate to get news of him.

Almost as if he had telepathy, he showed up for the cardio class the next day as she prepared.

‘Ric,’ she exclaimed, when she saw him at the entrance of the room, ‘you look fantastic.’

He smiled and said, ‘Sara, I got into shape. After I left you a few months ago, I thought about the marathon and I realised I wanted to run with you.’

He paused and then continued, ‘This drove me to take action and before I knew it, I was shedding weight.’

He pointed to his waist and was taken by surprise when Sara stepped close and threw her arms around him.

‘Ric, that is so wonderful.’

She wiped her eyes and Ric touched her on the arm.

He said, ‘Sara, I’m going to run it with you. I’m now running moderate distances and building stamina. It’s something I haven’t done since my 20s.’

They stood facing one another experiencing that easy silence again until the room filled with people. Then it was time for Sara to instruct and as she stirred, Ric again found a place at the back of the room.

As usual Sara swiftly swung into action. It was as if she’d had an epiphany as she motivated the group, challenging them to push through barriers to work their best.




When the class finished, the group looked exhausted, yet happily spent thanking her as they exited. Sara farewelled them and took gulps of water from her drink bottle.

She didn’t have to look far as Ric approached her.

He had worked hard and sweat glistened on his flushed face. Their attraction for one another was unmistakable with the chemistry bouncing between them.

After a while she asked, ‘Have you thought any more about joining racers’ on foot? There is a run this Sunday.’

She smiled encouraging him to say yes as she told him the distances she had built up due to the runs with the group. She said he would fit right in.

He nodded and said, ‘Yes ok Sara, I think it might be good, especially since I’d already know someone,’ nodding her way.

He smiled and she said ‘Ok, – we’re meeting at Olmorts Forest Park this Sunday at 8:30, so we’ll be running cross country.’











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Saturday, 21 February 2015

Running High - Chapter 3

She tuned into the familiar sound her runners made hitting the  pavement. It was just after 9 am on a weekday and it was her day off.

She’d driven to the wetlands close to her home. It was peaceful since this time of day, life occupied many at school, business or with kiddie care, while retirees seemingly were the only people around.

She ran this circuit each week and because it was a flat track she ran it effortlessly, using weights to warm up before running along the windy path.





This circuit was easy, supplementing her regular Sunday run, where she met with racers’ on foot, a cross-section of people, running and sharing unique experiences of pounding their own kind of pavement. They too ran for themselves pushing beyond boundaries to beat their best.

She wasn’t sure the invitation she had extended to Ric to join racer’s on foot would be accepted. She didn’t know if she would see him again and if she did, the most likely place would be at the gym.

She didn’t think too hard about it but simply focused on running today, putting one foot in front of the other. As she ran adjacent to the wetlands, home to a variety of bird life, the croaks of the white faced herons rang out in the still morning air.





There was no wind as she rounded the final bend which precipitated the homeward stretch for her. Her breathing was steady as her feet hit the pavement with consistent regularity. The rhythm made her feel she could sustain the pace for a long time and rightly so since she would have to if she wanted to cross the line at Marseille next year.






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Friday, 13 February 2015

Running High - Chapter 2

Sara’s routine after the encounters with Ric consisted of daily running and working. She wanted to see him again but knew he’d most likely have to show up at the gym if this were to happen.

As if fortune had smiled upon her, Ric did show up a few days later as Sara prepared to take one of her cardio classes. 

Sara greeted Ric as he entered the room. Approaching her, his eyes lingered. They made small talk and Sara asked him where Gayle was. Ric said Gayle decided not to join him and he laughed, patting his midriff explaining he thought he ought to workout.

Together they laughed and the tension in the air was gone. Relaxing, they sensed an easy silence and as the room filled up with people, the moment was broken. Sara stepped away from Ric and said, ‘Let’s do it.’

He quickly moved to the back of the room.

Sara swung into her role skilfully turning the music on and prepping the class by waving her arms above her head and moving her limbs in time to the song’s fast tempo. She forgot about Ric, foreign lands and running as her focus switched to presenting a thorough, well-executed session to the group, who had paid money, as well as given up, often precious time to do the class.

Even so, Sara knew a lot of needs were met at the classes with socialising, weight loss and stress reduction.

Throwing her heart into the class Sara lunged, squatted and moved vigorously, motivating each one of them to dig deep to find that drive to extend their personal boundaries.

                                         
With the overhead fans whirring and the air thick with sweat, Sara knew she had done her job and done it well. As she commenced the warm-down sets, people bent down to take sips of water from their drink bottles. As they wiped sweat from their necks, she knew the class had been good.

Sara too gained from the sessions, primarily maintaining fitness. This was important to her since peak fitness would be key in reaching her running goal.

As the class finished and people exited, Ric moved to the front to speak with her.

She smiled, as he lifted his T-shirt as if to get fresh air circulating over his overheated body and commented, ‘You really know how to work it, Sara.’

Sara replied with ‘Yes, I just like to show off, because you are here, Ric.’

He laughed, enjoying her style and in turn asked cheekily, I just might take you up on your offer of showing me some tips to shift weight.’

He smiled as she said, ‘Sure, I’ll show you some.’ She continued with, ‘and I will be kind to you.’

She took a sip of water and the easy silence they experienced earlier, returned.

‘C’mon, I’ll show you some tips now,’ she said, gesturing to Ric.

With that, she had him on his front on the floor in a planking pose, instructing him to raise first one leg towards his chest and then the next for a count of 10 for each leg.

She could hear him groaning but he continued.

When he was finished, she got him to relax while getting a medicine ball.

‘Russian twists,’ she said.

He groaned again, putting his head in his hands as he commented, ‘It sounds like punishment.’

She laughed and he said, ‘You’re enjoying this, aren’t you Sara.’

She replied, ‘Ric, I am getting you into shape,’ and then continued, ‘join me in Marseille, run with me.’

She grabbed the medicine ball and sitting beside him proceeded to move the ball from one side of her body to the next counting to 10. When she was finished she handed him the ball and said, ‘Your turn.’

Ric grabbed the ball and starting on his right side and counted to 10. He paused and then continued, this time on his left side again to a count of 10.

‘Great going,’ said Sara.

She gave him more exercises and talked to him about the marathon, asking again if he wanted to run with her.

In between doing the planking and Russian twists, he said, he’d love to join her but did not know if he would be fit enough.

She laughed and said he had several months to get into shape and said he could join her running group as well.

There was silence, both lost in their own private thoughts. Eventually Ric said, ‘I have to go – I’ll think about the training and ….the marathon.’ He paused and said, ‘It’s a big commitment.’

Sara did not press him and simply replied, ‘Ok.’

He went on, ‘I’ll see you next week, and waved towards the room. He paused and said, ‘and I will look forward to joining you and your group, er I am a novice….’

Smiling Sara, ‘No problem. Ric, you are always welcome.’

They exchanged a sultry embrace and just like the other evening, both went separate ways delighted to have shared another interaction.


 



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