"What?!"

"Huh? [pant] What what?"

Running isn't normally looked upon as a social thing, but with a partner it elevates the entire experience to something that is often looked forward to. Though it takes practise to keep the panting from making it incomprhensible, a running conversation often makes running easier; It definitely increases the enjoyment. It's no secret that N and myself often run through the park. Though school kept me from it lately, we always follow the same route, our steps more than likely landing in spots once tread.

"Why are you smiling like an idiot?"

"An Idiot? Idiots smile?" I say back to her.

"Look?" she said, pulling her sunglasses off and offering me the reflection.

"Fuck off N.. I know I'm smiling."

"Well why?" N said.

"Because I'm happy... glad even." I replied.

"I was across the Street walking Sam at about 11:45..[pant].. do you want me to go further?"

"Why go further.[pant].. If you were there, then..then you [pant] know why I'm smiling. It's a beautiful day isn't it?."

"[Laugh] I just wanted you to admit it... It was... [pant]... very pretty." N said with a huge smile. " I wish I had had a camera... it was very cinematic.. it would have made a great little magazine cover."

"Who's smiling like an idiot now?" I asked her.

"You are, even more so." She said, matter of factly, moving to offer me the reflection of the sunglassed again

"Fuck off, Don't switch on Russian Bitch mode alright. This day is perfect....." Splash!
I stepped right into a muddy pothole. I was instantly soaked.. my left spandex clad leg painted in mud.

"It's not the Russians you have to worry about." N said, smiling.... like an idiot :)

"No.. you're right. I'll concentrate on the potholes [pant] the pandas and ____ for now."
...more than a couple of people looked at us as we ran passed... laughing like fiends.