Note: this is part II. Part I is here.

I managed to get a bit of sleep; I will admit to having my imagination run wild.

I got up, went though my usual pre-run routine (coffee, a bit of reading, a trip to the head) and put on my gear. It was going to be sunny and in the 50s so I wore spandex shorts, loose nylon shorts over that, and a long sleeved technical t-shirt from a recent 24 hour run.

I put the room key and car key into my bottle carrier/fanny pack and went to Brenda’s room and knocked.

She answered, opened the door and said “come on in”. Her radiant smile was disarming enough, and I noticed that she was wearing a “Race for the Cure” long sleeved t-shirt and came down just below her waist.

Yes, she also had standard white Nike running shoes….and shiny purple spandex running tights. Her legs were heavier than distance running legs, but had the gentle tone of someone who works out regularly. As she turned to walk toward the dresser where she had piled some of her stuff, I could make out the outline of her underpants; they weren’t a thong but rather high-on-the leg French cut.

I wanted so much to walk up behind her and run my finger along the outline…but that wasn’t going to happen. But it was a snapshot that I could retrieve on subsequent lonely nights….

“Ready”, she asked?

“Yes”, I said.

We walked down the hall and out toward the car; I, being the gentleman, opened the door for her and let her go first. Ok, I just enjoyed checking out her toned but plump spandex wrapped butt.

I wondered if the seams of the underpants would leave an impression on her skin when she took them off.

As we drove toward White Rock lake, we talked about many things; for example she was happy that Obama had won the election but thought that the Democratic leadership in congress was lame and needed to go. She was especially hard on the Speaker of the House; she thought that her public grandstanding gave House Republicans political cover to oppose the bailout.

We also talked about the Middle East; I was going on about how Israel was never going to have peace given that its founding was immoral from the start. She listened to my opinion, gave her own more nuanced opinion. When I started to counter argue, she laughed and said “you know, you’d do better if you had some facts to substantiate your opinion” and recommended that I read the book Oh Jerusalem to get a background.

I winced a bit but grew even more interested in her; I simply love an intelligent woman who will weight competing opinions but still tell you what she thinks.

Finally, we got to the “trailhead” of the bike/running path and started. We agreed that we’d go out for an hour; we’d go out 30 minutes and then turn around and come back.

I was a bit bummed that I wouldn’t be following her as she would be walking at about a 15 minute per mile pace whereas I would cover about 7 miles in that amount of time.

The day was sunny and after my warm up, I felt great. I very much enjoyed seeing the geese, ducks and a few of the other runners.

On the way back I spotted her; her tights just shimmered in the sun. The “long shirt for modesty” had, of course, hiked up; one of my favorite sights in the “V” shape of those panties just hugging that bubble butt; I noticed that she had the “font to back” hip action that a brisk walker has. It wasn’t a classic race walk gait, but it was plenty entertaining.

So we stopped, walked to the car and sipped some water from the bottles we had brought.

She then said “I like to stretch after a walk” and I said “me too”; and so we did.

I noticed that she, like me, used yoga poses as part of her stretching. Though I focused on my own stretches, I did notice that she did a few sun salutes going from forward fold, down dog, lunge, dog, up dog, lunge, dog, fold, chair and then mountain.

It was clear that she had done this before.

Of course, I enjoyed sneaking peeks here and there and then…
She stood up, took a slightly wide stance, and did a forward fold (bending down with straight knees.

she put her hands way behind her legs and then bent her knees and pushed her toned, plump butt backwards and raised her chest between her legs so that her torso was parallel with the gound.

The sight from behind was incredible (think: the opening aerobic scene in the Barbara Streisand film The Main Event).

I almost lost my breath; my heart rate went up to mid run levels.

I thought of what I’d like to do with her; I thought about how awesome it would be to make love with her, in that standing position.

I thought about what it would be like to help her get out of those spray painted on tights.

Yep, a Biblical literalist would have to pluck out both eyes.

“Bhujapidasana?”, I asked?

“No”, she said, “I can’t lift my feet off the ground”.

So, I tried and was able to. She exclaimed “you practice yoga too”?

I said “I try my best”.

So, instead of making love right there, we towled off a bit and drove away.

We talked about what a good area this was for working out, and she thought that we might stop back on the way back and pick up a bagle (or two).

“Good idea”, I said.

As we walked in the coffee shop, I walked the line between checking her out as discretely as I could while, well, feeling a bit, uh, proud to be seen with someone this attractive?

We learned more about each other over breakfast; I found out that her life in the biometrics department at the University of Michigan was a balancing act between research, obtaining research grants, publication and, yes, just a bit of teaching. She mentioned that Scientific American would be publishing an article that her research team had written; it was a popular exposition of her team’s paper that had recently appeared in Biometrica.

I admit that it was a bit humbling; I was, of course, proud of her, but well, let’s just say that there was no danger of my lapsing into megalomania around her.

I really wanted to ask if she wanted a “post workout full body rubdown” but couldn’t work up the courage to do so.

On the way back to the motel, it became obvious to both of us that we were running short of clothes, given that our packed bags were still with the airline. Hence, we bypassed a Wal Mart and went to a target to pick up some things; I got a pack of undies, a couple of t-shirts whereas she got some other things including some jeans.

I admitted to checking her out as she strode around the store in those shiny tights….just to put my arm around her and give her ample rear a gentle rub.

We then left the store and arrive at our motel.

Just prior to her going into her room, she said: “I noticed that there is a theater within walking distance; would you care to see a film?”

I replied “ok, what looks good?”

She said: “come in for a bit; let’s see” and so, with my heart pounding, I walked in.

She sat on the bed and scooted over to leave me a place; of course there was already plenty of room; her scooting was just a “welcome” signal.

As dense as I am, I took it and sat next to her as the opened the paper.

She leaned slighly into me and, of course, I noticed her toned spandex wrapped thigh touching mine….and I had the predictable male reaction.

Then she tapped me on the leg and pointed to the paper: “What do you think? I’ve always wanted to see Religilous and it starts at noon?”

I asked “Oh, so that film interests you? I thought that you were Jewish…”

She laughed: “Secular Jew, in the same way Bill Maher is. You still cheer for Notre Dame in football, right?”

I replied: “what makes you think that I am NOT still a Catholic?”

She replied: “I saw the some of the books in your bag: not many practicing Catholics would buy The God Delusion. “

I grinned and replied: “I love the book; what do you think?”

She replied: “It is good, but Blind Watchmaker is better. Science is the best argument for atheism”.

I replied: “Francis Collins would disagree with that.” She replied: “even brilliant people can be delusional about certain aspects of life.”

My heart beat even faster….

“So, it is a date?” I asked?

She smiled, tilted her head sideways and gave me a sly grin: “see you at 11:30″.

“Good”, as I lifted myself off the bed and started to walk out.

She got up, and gave me a full hug prior to my leaving.

I didn’t want to let go, and it was everything I could do to keep myself from dropping my hands onto that spherical, shiny butt. I settled for the top of the waistband and said “see you at 11:30″.

Something told me to be disciplined when I got back to my room and so I was…and I had even more memories to sustain me.

I decided to check out the motel lobby and yes, they had a computer.

I answered my e-mail and wrote in my blog, and then headed up back to my room. It was now 10:45….time to take my shower…alone…cold water is good…

End of Part II.

Go to Part III.