The fitness culture is probably as much a part of LA as paparazzi and rehab centers. They seem to work in tandem with one another. I wasn't a paparazzi and I certainly wasn't rehab, so the fitness side seemed to be for me. Chris and I had gotten memberships at Gold's Gym although he rarely used his (and somehow looked like he did). I liked the routines and the atmosphere of the place, so that quickly became a part of my weekend. IPod on, treadmill on, 3 mile run going on. Followed by weights, swimming and whatever else caught my eye. And for that matter, whoever caught my eye. In this case it was a pretty blonde wearing striped Nike running pants and matching Nike sports bra that really showed off her assets, front and rear. She was walking on the treadmill next to me. She had her IPod on and was in a groove as she walked, occasionally taking a sip of water, and catching each other's eyes.
"Good tunes?" I boldly said to her while in the midst of my run.
"Oh, yeah. What about you?" she answered.
"Mountain Jam, Allman Brothers...I use it to...pace my run" I said while still running.
"How long is that?" she asked.
"'Bout 30 minutes and change..." I said with a smile. "It's in the drum solo part now." I answered.
"30 minutes? Man! That's one long song!" she said surprised.
"Makes for...a good run...it doesn't feel like 30...but when it ends...you've run 3 miles." I said.
"That's smart." She said.
"I'm Jim..."
"Kaley, Kaley Cuoco." She said.
"That's one unique...name." I said, still running.
"It's short for Katelyn." She said.
"That's unique too." I answered.
She laughed at my quick wit.
"Well, you have a good run, 'Mr. Mountain Jam'. Nice meeting you." She said as she stepped off her treadmill and went off to another part of the club.
"Yes, you too." I said.
Well, that was nice, I thought.
A week later I was back but this girl Kaley was nowhere to be found. I did my normal workout and as I was leaving, a blue VW Beetle convertible pulled up, its top down, and its driver hopping out with her workout bag. It was Kaley.
"Hey! Mr. Mountain Jam! You're leaving?" She said as she recognized me.
"Yeah, sorry I missed you." I replied as I got to my car.
"Well, next time then." She said.
"OK, another time darlin'." I said as I drove away.
Up the road was a coffee shop, I'd usually go in there after my workout and read the newspapers with a large coffee, trying to look intelligent. That was the other part to my workout. The "after-party" as it was.
It was a few days later when I was in there and not long after I sat down that out of the corner of my eye I saw a blue VW pull up outside. I didn't think much of it until I saw someone standing in front of me. I looked up and there was Kaley. She was wearing red Nike running pants and a matching Nike jacket with a white t-shirt underneath.
"OK, now I remember where I know you from." She quickly said.
"Excuse me?" I said, confused.
"We were in a movie." She said, smiling.
"Huh?" I was still confused.
"Sunshine Daydream. You were the guy Blake Lively kissed!" she said, excited.
