The gym is more impressive in person than the photos in the brochure would suggest. It is also quite empty. We have the place to ourselves. Tom and Sh...eila change in the locker room. The ladies move to the stationary bikes, while Tom and I hit the weight machines. We occupy adjacent machines and run through a series of exercises on the wall posters. Tom and I finish at the same time and with the same level of exhaustion, but I do mine with twice the weight he does. We look for the ladies and. They had agreed to drive separately, so as to not arise any suspicions, but anyone who looked at them could tell they were smitten with each other. He kissed her quickly and told her, ‘I’m gonna pick you up at 7:00, so you have some time to nap. Oh, and pack a bag, we’re saying at my place tonight.’ Dave winked, then turned and walked away, leaving Kayla to enjoy the view as strode towards his car. Dave had been planning this night for weeks. He wanted her birthday to be special, a night with. ." Briana managed. "If... well, Marcus and Hope can always go out another night, right?" Oh, you know, I think he actually likes her. He could really have had a chance there, could really have found someone. He deserves it..." So... you don't sound hopeful." Is he stuck back on you again?" Briana couldn't hold back, and Shawna just laughed, half-way between drunk and crying."He always is, always was... sometimes I think he always will be... but now... now I think she likes me too. I didn't want. Why shouldn't she smile? She has nothing to lose.On the other hand, this race means everything to me.Race. It's a funny word. It's something we're born doing. Five year old kids get together on the playground, look at each other and ask... "Wanna race?"In its most basic form the word refers to a contest in which two or more competitors endeavor to discover which of them is the fastest. We can race on foot. We can race bicycles. We can race cars. Shit, we can race almost any mode of.