Maybe this would be a better summer than I thought if I got to run next to Brandon every morning. He didn’t need to know that I’d be running again each afternoon for track practice. He may not want to invite me next time.
“So where are we running?” Brandon asked. He looked up and down Dellwood Lane while stretching his hamstrings.
“I usually go up to the lighthouse and back. It’s a little over two miles round trip.” I leaned over to touch my toes and stretch the backs of my legs.
“Is that the same lighthouse the twins talked about? The one with the moonlight 10K?”
“They told you about that?”
“Yeah, they invited me to come with you guys.”
“Unbelievable.” I shook my head and started up the peninsula toward Harbor Point.
“What’s unbelievable?” Brandon rushed to catch up with me.
“They’re just flirting with you,” I said. He smiled but snickered.
“They’re a little young for me.”
“They’re my age.”
“Exactly,” he said. “It would be like dating my little sister.”
There he goes with the little sister jabs again. He bumped his shoulder against mine, but I kept running. I grumbled under my breath, “I’m not your sister.”
“Besides, they’re so much alike it would be nearly impossible to decide which one to ask out. I’d have to ask them both out at the same time. Otherwise they wouldn’t have anyone to finish each other’s sentences.”
By that point I was laughing. It was so true. Krystal and Kat were like two halves of the same person. In order for them to ever get married they would need to marry identical twin guys and the four of them would live in one big communal house. I wondered if they’d be able to tell their spouses apart. I shook off the image and reminded myself to pay attention to Brandon, who seemed mid-sentence.
“Plus, if they switch headbands I won’t be able to tell them apart anyway.”
“I was just thinking the same thing,” I said.
“Yeah, like, how are they ever going to get married?”
“See, that’s back to my original point,” he said. “Some lucky guy would have to marry them both.”
“Maybe, but it would be fun.”
“For the guy!” I reached over and punched him in the arm.
“Hey, for them too.” He turned around but kept running backwards, easily keeping up my pace. “I mean, they wouldn’t have to be apart, right?”
“What about identical twins?” I asked.
“I thought they were identical twins…” His brow creased
“I mean, a second set of identical twins. Guy twins.”
“The two guys could marry the two girls.” He nodded in understanding.
“This is getting complicated.” He turned back around and fell into step beside me.
“Welcome to my world,” I grumbled.
“But are we going to run the 10K or not?” He asked.
Sure? What was I thinking? I was so out of shape. These girls were like little running machines and I hadn’t run competitively since last fall when cross country season ended. I decided against track this spring because I was dealing with the death of my parents and losing my girlfriend and graduation and moving in with my grandparents. Sure, I still ran every morning, but a 10K? I was setting myself up for serious pain.
I kept my thoughts to myself as we ran up the peninsula toward the lighthouse. We fell into a comfortable rhythm as our breathing increased and I allowed my eyes to wander the landscape. Little Traverse Bay scooped out a cove where the Petoskey State Park welcomed patrons to the white sandy beaches. To the west there was no end to the horizon where Lake Michigan spread out like an ocean of fresh water.
Dellwood Lane gave way to Glen Drive and then it was barely a mile up Harbor Point Drive to the Little Traverse Lighthouse. We ran in companionable silence until we reached the end of the peninsula where we had the choice to loop around the cul-de-sac and head back home or continue around the historic lighthouse and run right up onto the sandy beach. We weren’t in a hurry, and it felt like part of Sammy’s routine to follow the path all the way to the beach.
The soft sand absorbed our footfalls as we curved around the outside edge of the peninsula. It added drag to my already fatigued legs. Sammy didn’t seem fazed. She was in better shape than I was. Time to kick my training regiment into high gear if I was going to get ready for a 10K.
Running To You
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