jogger - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
She bounced up and down to the steady rhythm of her music. Stick sweat soaked her light hoodie. She panted as she wiped her mouth on her sleeve. She could only imagine how badly she stunk. But something about the breezy walk made her feel rejuvenated. She stopped at a sleek, erect water fountain. Sunlight tinted the sky various shades of gray. Violet shuddered and sighed. She'd had this eerie feeling for a month. Violet tried, but couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching... waiting. She nervously glanced around and took off sprinting this time. Her heart pounded against her chest and she lengthened her strides.
Misty turned heads wherever she went, but it wasn't always like that. She'd been the fattest kid in elementary, and then the fattest in high school. She didn't even go to the prom, where would she find a dress to make her look good. Or a date? Then she started to jog daily, just a little bit, a few minutes. Everything wobbled painfully and her heart pounded, she gasped and felt like collapsing. But every week she went a few minutes more. Then she begged her Mom not to buy junk food and found out how to cook good meals. Now she's svelte and all the boys want her, but she turns them away every one. They didn't want fat Misty, so they don't get thin Misty. She's looking for guy that's beautiful on the inside, someone with empathy and real warmth. Meanwhile she'll keep jogging every morning before work, rain or shine, she's done her circuit by 7am.