Celica stood at her window deciding whether or not to go on an evening jog something she'd done regularly in her hometown of Merida, Spain. London was much colder than her homeland, but she'd grown so accustomed to evening jogs that the temperature difference soon mattered little in her mind.<br/><br/>She pulled out her sweat shirt and pants, quickly through them on an was almost ready....she just needed her running shoes. After a few minutes of retracing her steps, she stumbled upon her shoes and was now set. She popped her Ipod headphones into her ears and was on her way.<br/><br/>Celica secured her door and made sure it was locked, then she set a rather brisk but relaxing jogging pace for herself. As she went several men attempted to empress her by keeping up with her, which none of them did for more than a few mins. She ignored all the other evening joggers who challenged her, simply wishing not to be disturbed.<br/><br/>Upon seeing bench she decided take a brake and took a moment to glance at her watch. To her suprise she'd been running of twenty minutes straight.