Free Don't Close Your Eyes by Lynessa James Page B

ninth post on the way back, I opened my stride up even more, and my breathing sounded over my music in my ears along with my heartbeat.  I turned my music up some more to cover it as I sprinted at my full speed, passing several people who were simply jogging, including both Jase and Keane.  I pretended not to notice them and just flew. 
    As the course got closer I could see that there were several men there already.  They were all sweaty, shirtless, tan, and yummy!  I saw a few bikinis standing around gawking openly.  There was one woman working out, the body builder type.  Not very attractive unless you're into that kind of thing.  Way too tan, fake boobs to cover for the fact that she had completely lost hers with all the weight lifting, too buff to really be considered feminine in any capacity.  She was going to make a dang fool out of me, but I pressed forward with my routine, determined to do my fourteen minutes as I jogged through those tires and propelled up that rope almost effortlessly.  I flew through those monkey bars and even pushed myself to five pull ups!!  Whoop, whoop!  New record!  Fist pump!
    I had to slow down and change my music before climbing the net.  I stood by so the men, and the woman, could clamber past me.  I put it back onto my hard rock playlist, tucked it back into my bra, and climbed up the crowded net that swayed all over the place, forcing my core to work very hard.  I propelled over the wall and landed soundly on the ground.  I did the course two more times and was very pleased as I made my way over that wall the last time and clocked my time at thirteen minutes and fifty-six seconds.  Hey, it may have seemed miniscule, but I would take any kind of besting myself I could get. 
    I was glad the muscle lady was using the real pull up bar so I could hang off the girly bar.  My breasts fell forward heavily as I curled up.  I tried to ignore them and any looks they were getting while I pushed myself to do thirty curl ups this time.  I had been at this for over two weeks now, I should be able to go further.  I passed my thirty and kept going until my core screamed.  Sweet!  Forty-two!  Also a new best!  For having started my day off messed up, I was having a pretty amazing day! 
    I climbed back off the bar and ran my arm across my forehead to get the sweat out of my eyes.  Now I wished for my sweatshirt to dry myself off.  My entire torso was drenched.  I walked over to the water fountain and chugged until I was water-logged.  Even still, I felt like jogging again already.  I was so pumped.  I turned around toward the water where I saw Jase and Keane watching me from where they sat, all sweaty and nasty in the best way.  They were at one of the picnic tables, facing outward, their elbows perched on the table as they talked together.  They both smiled at me and made no move to hide the fact that they were liking this look on me.  I bet...
    My shorts were barely there as they only served to pretty much cover my private areas, and my bra was soaked, so it was plastered to my breasts instead of just supporting them.  I was so glad it was pink.  I still had my iPod going, and Seether’s “Breakdown” was in my ears, lending to my pumped feeling, if not making me a little extra attracted to Jase since he does a fantastic Shaun Morgan.  I pointed to the beach as I walked past them and waved for them to join me, though I never took my earbuds out.  They eagerly jogged after me as I began to jog my path on the beach again.  They each fell into step on either side of me.  I smiled, and we simply jogged.  I saw both of them turn on their own music, keeping up as I led.  I looked over at them and smiled wickedly.  I pulled ahead of them and made them pick up their pace.  I saw Jase smile back at me, like I had at him, shaking his head, pushing himself to keep up with me.  Keane elbowed me in the ribs blithely as he ran.  The two of them looked at each other