By Mandy Galileo and Scarlett Paige
This twist of a story was inspired by Sadie Thatcher
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Amanda walked out of her condo building as the sun was just barely high enough in the sky to light up everything. Taking a deep breath, she relished the crisp, clean air with just a hint of salt from the sea shore. She did a few stretches to get limber, made sure her smart watch was secure on her wrist, and then flipped a coin in her head to decide which way to go. "Looks like we're going East today," she thought.
Amanda then started out on her daily run as she tried to do every other day the weather permitted. Spring was finally turning toward summer, which meant the sun was out, the skies were blue, and, even though it was quite still, it was already beginning to warm up quite a bit.
She rounded the gentle curve the road provided, looking to her right to look at the clear blue sea below the heights before checking her smart watch. "One mile down already, gotta keep the pace." She then turned up the music in her airpods, playing one of her favorite running playlists, and the chorus to the Rolling Stones' "Gimme Shelter" swelled, seemingly giving her legs a charge in real time.
Amanda huffed steadily, lifting the tee-shirt she was wearing, one she picked up from a local soccer tournament she refereed the month prior, to dab some sweat from her face, exposing her simple black sports bra underneath. She shook out her hands, and wiped them on her utilitarian black gym shorts, and her matching black on black Nike's bounced off the asphalt in time with the music in her ears.
She reached behind her to grab the bottle she was carrying with her, and took a big sip of the new energy drink she was told to try out by a friend of hers: Be alive Intense Moxie Boost Organics, or BIMBO as people were jokingly calling it.
It was supposed to be a real energy booster, and the golden liquid almost looked like it was glowing. It was incredibly yummy and refreshing, so it was easy to practically finish the bottle in one go.
"Misery Business," by Paramore. "Three miles down."
The thing about Amanda was that she was already smoking hot. The 5'5" Dominican beauty was fit as can be. As a former soccer player herself, she was proud of the fact that she had retained her trim athletic shape well into her post-playing life. It didn't matter to her if her boobs were a bit small, or if her booty wasn't really that big, she was nice and tight everywhere, still had nice hips, and it was topped by an adorable face that made her a dead ringer for Olivia Munn. She was still young by any reasonable measure, too.
While there was always a part of her, deep down, that relished in being able to turn a man's, or woman's for that matter, head - something she did regularly - the truth is, because she never really had to, Amanda simply was never one to worry much about her appearance, and that was especially true when she was engaged in an athletic endeavor.