They headed toward Orange Grove, a park two blocks away from their house, running slowly, to warm up a bit. Daniel had a steady and easy pace; he was used to running and loved to do it. He had the proper breathing and his arms matched the movement of his long legs.
Alex’s body, on the contrary, was clearly refusing to cooperate. His pace was jerky and not easy, not even a little bit. After a few minutes he was laboring to breathe but he didn’t say anything.
Daniel glanced over from time to time but didn’t want to offend Alex by pointing out he was noticing his friend’s problems. He continued running, enjoying the feel of his muscles starting to loosen up and his lungs opening to the air.
He let himself drift off with his thoughts and started to think about his friend beside him, about t
