It was early, when he got out of bed. He had two more hours before he had to be at his job which was only a 20 minute drive form his home. Yet, he had no urge to go back to sleep, and seeing he had sometime to kill, he decided to go out for a morning jog. Which I a shocking prospect considering Jason was a very out of shape man. He had no muscle on his body, and enough fat to disgust many girls (in his opinion). So he felt a bit odd to step out of his apartment in some sweats and running shoes.
Lucky it was still dark, as the sun had not yet risen into the sky, so no one would be able to see him. The worst they could make out was a fat blob moving wildly about as it bounced upon the sidewalk. Jason laughed at the thought, than began to stretch a bit. Nothing much, just some of the stretches he learned in grade school. This didn't take long, as he really didn't stretch out right.
He stared down the walk. A bit foggy, can't really see too far. He adjusted his glasses, took a deep breath and began to run. His body swayed from side to side, as his huge gut jiggled about in all directions. His feet hit the concrete floor hard and made a loud thud...thud.
His pace wasn't too fast; he was running at the speed an average man strides. Yet, sweat had already began to drip from his brow and his arms were growing heavy with each swing. His breath became a loud and heavy, he had to force himself to breathe. He got to a corner and made a quick right and continued along the sidewalk. He quickly thought about this, deciding he rather go and wait at the red light for a bit and continue going straight. So he stopped turned around and ran back to the corner. He than stopped running and leaned on the traffic pole as he waited for the light to turn green. It only took five seconds.
Once again he began to run through the fog. The five-second break did little to help him regain his energy, and his body was still in some pain. But the way Jason thought of it was that if he hadn't taken the five-second break, he'd be in a lot more pain and wouldn't be able to run much farther. So it was beneficial that he suddenly stopped his heart for a few seconds and just as suddenly started it up again.
Now the pain was growing strong, as he hit the block and a half mark, and Jason began to wonder if he should just quit now and walk back home to eat some pop tarts, but one look at his fat gut bouncing about and he quickly shook that notion away. So he continued to run, as he struggle to breathe. Sweat falling from his brow, into his eyes and strove blinding him, but this would help him. If he continued to run this way, he'd lose a couple of pounds and look much better. Yeah, look much better. Then his boss wouldn't be so opposed to the idea of promoting him to an executive and having him meet with prospective buyers and investors. Not to mention all the girls. Yeah, the girls. They would totally love me if I only lost some weight. Build some muscle at a gym, and all these girls would be all over me. They'd do things that Jason saw in his videos he hid under his bed. All the nasty stuff and he'd be the center of the pleasure. That was his motivation.
Even though his chest was aching now, and pretty bad. His heart was pounding against his chest pretty bad. Hey where am I? Jason had been running with such a distraction in his head that he didn't even realize that he had now ran about 6 blocks. I guess that's the key to being a good runner, just keep the mind off running and you'll be all right. So back to imagining the ladies. Ladies with big breasts, that Jason could just squeeze together, or shove his face into. Oh that would be grand. Or maybe seeing them bounce as the girl was on top of him with his dick inside her. Yeah, pretty soon it would be reality. Just kill a couple of pounds, grow some muscle, and boom ill get the job and ladies. Yeah, hot women and a high paying job. An American dream for the average man.
Ah...pain shooting up the leg. Jason began to skip a bit, as he couldn't run with his left leg. He stopped at a corner and once again rested on a traffic light. He rubbed his leg a bit. Oh, it was a sharp pain and man did it hurt. But he'd continue to run, actually walk for a bit, give his leg some time to get better, than he'll start running again. Burn some more fat off, and soon...the ladies. The light turned green and he stood up straight and walked into the fog and across the street.
Two eyes emerged from his side. Two yellow eyes, coming up very fast. A LOUD SCREECH, SMOKE ROSE FROM THE RUBBER AS THE TIRES TRIED TO HALT THE TRUCK TO A STOP.
"Holy shit" The truck driver jumped out of his refrigerated truck (which held the delivery of ice cream for some local drug stores) and ran towards the middle of the street. He stood over Jason, an let out a slight chuckle, he tried to suppress it as he knew this was a serious matter, but the fact that he didn't see such a huge target, made him laugh. He held the laugh down and just smiled. Got back into his truck and went back to his deliveries.
