We were closing in on the final few blocks and I kept jogging, but slower and slower. I was down to a power walk when I crossed the threshold into the sponsoring bar again. It was smoke-free by law, which allowed me to try and catch my breath.
The runners who had grabbed seats were high-fiving, clearly on the notorious runner’s high, ratcheting the noise level up as well. I slumped into a wooden chair at the closest table and tried to locate Peter while I caught my breath. Geez, this was supposed to be good for you? Tantalizing smells reached me and my stomach let loose a loud growl.
The lights were still turned up so I could look around easily. I spotted my elusive prey in a small booth with high backs, alone. For all his suspected social swinger’s lifestyle, he was appearing a b
