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"  Before practice on Tuesday night, I stopped in The Running Store for some cute new workout gear\u2014and Christ on a cracker is cute new workout gear expensive. &amp;quot;I can&amp;#039;t believe you paid $90 for a pair of stretch pants,&amp;quot; Nina said. &amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s a going out top from Zara.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;They&amp;#039;re not stretch pants!&amp;quot; I said, snatching them out of her hands. &amp;quot;They have that sweat-wicking technology, so that when Justin asks me to grab a beer after practice I can go and not worry that I stank.&amp;quot;  A little while later, Nina and I were standing in a circle around Coach Marni in Central Park, right by the 72nd street entrance. Justin was there when we arrived, and when he saw me he gave me a little nod. I don&amp;#039;t even want to admit how happy that little nod made me. But let&amp;#039;s just say a lot.  &amp;quot;Our Saturday runs are all about endurance, and Tuesday work outs will always focus on speed and form,&amp;quot; Marni explained. &amp;quot;Tonight, we&amp;#039;re going to do hill sprints.&amp;quot; A groan rippled through the crowd and Marni smiled. &amp;quot;C&amp;#039;mon, you know you love them.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;What&amp;#039;s a hill sprint?&amp;quot; Nina asked, sounding nervous.  A hill sprint, true to its name, involved sprinting as fast as humanly possible up a hill, an easy jog back down, and repeat. For half an hour. Justin lapped us at least four times in that span. Meaning he saw my ugly workout face four too many times than any potential love interest should.  &amp;quot;If he still wants to hang out with me after this,&amp;quot; I gasped to Nina, &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s true love.&amp;quot;  Nina looked over at me. &amp;quot;Yeah, you look like you&amp;#039;re being murdered.&amp;quot;  After the torture was over, everyone re-convened on the grass near 72nd street to stretch.  &amp;quot;You guys look angry,&amp;quot; Justin said, grabbing one foot in his hand and balancing on the other.  &amp;quot;I think running 10 miles would have been easier than that,&amp;quot; I said. My lungs were burning, my hair was plastered against the right side of my face, and the sweat-wicking technology had definitely failed me.  Justin nodded in agreement. &amp;quot;Oh, Tuesday workouts are definitely harder than Saturday workouts. It&amp;#039;s much more intense to go hard and fast than long and slow.&amp;quot;  The perverted seventh grade boy in me wanted to giggle, but I resisted.  &amp;quot;What are you two up to now?&amp;quot; Justin asked.  &amp;quot;Nothing,&amp;quot; I said, just a little too quickly.  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m actually meeting someone for dinner,&amp;quot; Nina replied. &amp;quot;So I have to go back and shower and change.&amp;quot; It was a total lie, and I loved her even more for it.  &amp;quot;Well, I was going to grab a burger at PJ Clarke&amp;#039;s. Any interest?&amp;quot; he asked, looking at me. Yes, yes, yesss.  &amp;quot;Sure.&amp;quot; I did my best to sound nonchalant.  When we got to PJ Clarke&amp;#039;s, I made a beeline for the bathroom and went to town trying to tame the beast that was my hair. Thankfully, I had packed deodorant, mascara, and lip gloss in my purse (the group designates someone to watch your bags while you run), so I had a few of the basics to help my cause.  When I returned to the table, there was a glass of water waiting for me.  &amp;quot;Ugh, thank you,&amp;quot; I gulped it down.  &amp;quot;I figured you needed it,&amp;quot; Justin said.  &amp;quot;It is embarrassing how out of shape I am.&amp;quot; I dabbed my mouth with a napkin.  &amp;quot;Josie, do you know how many people in this world cannot run for 30 minutes straight, which you just did,&amp;quot; Justin said. &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re not so bad.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Well, thanks,&amp;quot; I shrugged. Justin had a knack for putting a positive spin on everything, which was really refreshing.  The waiter came over and took our order. Justin ordered a beer, and I followed suit.  &amp;quot;Back on the sauce?&amp;quot; he asked with a smile.  &amp;quot;I lasted all of a week and I feel like I deserve a medal,&amp;quot; I said.  &amp;quot;In this town, you do.&amp;quot;  Over our burgers and beers, Justin told me about the marathon, and how he had run it in three hours and 13 minutes (which is baller). I did the math in my head.  &amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s like a seven minute, twenty second mile,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;What were you doing in the nine minute mile group last week?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I saw a cute girl I wanted to run with,&amp;quot; he said, giving me a wink.  I am not someone who usually goes for a &amp;quot;line,&amp;quot; but that was a damn good line.  When the bill came, I tried to split it, but Justin insisted on paying it. We walked outside, where a cab happened to be idling on the corner. Justin opened the door for me.  &amp;quot;Thanks for dinner,&amp;quot; I said.  &amp;quot;No problem.&amp;quot; He leaned down\u2026and gave me a kiss on the cheek. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ll see you later.&amp;quot;  I climbed into the cab and Justin shut the door behind me. I have to admit, I was a little disappointed he didn&amp;#039;t go in for the real thing. But I moved quickly with Peter, and look how that turned out. So maybe it&amp;#039;s better to take things slow.  What do you make of Justin&amp;#039;s PG kiss? "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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