Running Down a Dream
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an erotic tale by AchtungNight
Celebs:
Ryan Reynolds, Scarlett Johansson.
Codes:
MFF, oral, rom.
Standard disclaimer- This story is a satirical fantasy. This story is fictional, even though its plot and characters are based on real events and people. All characters based on real people are idealized. All celebrities in the story are impersonated- poorly. I the author have no actual connection to any celebrity mentioned in this story other than being their fan and I acknowledge that they do not act in real life the way my characters based on them do. This story was not written for financial profit and I expect none from it. This story contains controversial adult themes and situations, so it should not be read by those who are close-minded or under age 18.
Intro:
This story was done by request. It was a fantasy a friend tried to achieve but did not. In reality, she never saw the guy in the race with her. In this fictional story, things happen a little different. My friend's character is used with her permission but some personal details have been changed or idealized. This tale also resolves a few differences between my fictional universe and reality. My story 'Rekindled' is a prequel but neither it nor any other story is required to fully understand this one. Thanks to my editor- any mistakes not caught by that person are my responsibility. Feedback appreciated. Enjoy!
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New York City, USA. November 2008.
Like her quarry, she was a running fool.
Angie Messina had completed thirty-three different marathons in her thirty years of life so far. She liked to run at least three marathons a year and train hard the rest of the time. Every morning she ran at least five miles. On Saturdays and Sundays she ran at least ten. The only exceptions were rare scheduled days of rest. She frequently took part in 5Ks, 10Ks, half-marathons and other races preparing for the marathons that were her objectives. Angie had been doing this since high school. If you were to call her a fitness enthusiast, you would be right.
She did not run for exercise, although that was a side benefit. She ran to challenge herself instead. Before she died, Angie wanted to finish every major marathon on Earth she could. When she got too old to run anymore she would publish her memoirs and donate the proceeds to charity. She believed others would surely be inspired by this. Thus Angie left her native Texas three times a year to complete marathons all over the world.
Angie had run marathons in Dallas, Chicago, San Francisco, London, Rome and many other places. If a city had a marathon she wanted to run it. The Austin marathon was her first and thirty-two others had followed in the twelve years afterwards. She liked to alternate between a race inside the United States and one outside. Her last race had been in Mexico City and the one before that in Seattle. Today Angie was running in New York.
Several thousand other people ran around her, huffing and puffing. Millions more cheered on the sidelines, shouting names and passing water or Gatorade to runners who got close. As always, the presence of these other runners and spectators kept the route of the race clear in Angie's head. It did not matter that Angie had never run it before. She had been delaying participation for a special moment. This year had been that time.
"Shake that tail, baby!" a man with a Brooklyn accent called out.
Angie ignored him. For all she knew, he wasn't yelling at her. She could not let herself be distracted.
It would be cool if he was watching me though, Angie thought. Her running kept her body tanned and toned. Her breasts were small, her legs long and firm, and her hips slim. Her body was accented well by her white "I Heart New York City" t-shirt and blue shorts. Her hawk-featured face and doe brown eyes showed the best of Tejano heritage. Long black hair spread out behind her in a loose ponytail, bobbing as she ran. Every inch of her body was exuding sweat yet nonetheless she looked determined. Her heart pumped as she let out pant after pant.
Yes, Angie Messina was a vision. The same could be said of most anyone else in the race, though. Looking around, she could spot thirty or more people in the immediate area that looked just as good as she.
Running on...
the voice of Jackson Browne sang from her I-Pod.
Running on, empty... Running on... Running blind...
A smile touched Angie's lips at the song. Her I-Pod was set to her marathon mix and had been playing random tunes from it for the past three and three quarter hours. Most of the songs were about running and all of them were chosen to keep her focused and alive. Not every song had "run" in the title but most did. The Jackson Browne tune playing at the moment was one of Angie's favorites. The mix also included "I Run for Life" by Melissa Etheridge, "Running down a Dream" by Tom Petty and "Run" by Fefe Dobson. Angie let these songs and the others echo in her mind as her body moved.
The race is almost over now, she told herself. I've been through all five of New York City's boroughs, crossed five bridges and passed many landmarks. A minute or so ago I ran through Columbus Circle and for the second time entered Central Park. At my current pace I should finish just shy of four hours even. Not bad. I'm not a speed demon by any means, I'm more about endurance. I run for completion, not for a win.
Come on, Angie ordered her body, feeling it start to falter. You can finish this. Once you complete this race you will have done all five World Marathon Majors. You did the Marine Corps Marathon in Arlington, Virginia two years ago and the Great Wall of China Marathon three years before that. Both were more difficult than this race. Keep your chin up. Come on!
She looked around her as she ran, eyes open for a certain co-participant. Angie knew this would be her last chance to see him. Everybody around her was speeding up now, second winds kicking in as they approached the finish line. Faces dashed past her and she was forced to push herself harder to keep up. Where is he? Angie wondered. Where is my beloved famous man?
Celebrities frequently took part in the New York Marathon for challenge and charity. Several Olympians competed each year along with one or more entertainers. Puff Daddy, Katie Holmes and Lance Armstrong were just a few of the famous entrants. Another celebrity runner, David Lee Roth of the band Van Halen, was singing in Angie's ears right now. None of these was the person on her mind though.
"Ryan," she whispered as she sprinted across the Sheep Meadow. "Ryan. Must... find... Ryan!"