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Post by huntersgotstyle on Mar 22, 2009 18:31:51 GMT -5
Bridget pulled the Mercedes Benz into a parking spot, grabbing her gym bag out of the passenger seat. It was weird, not practicing with Brad but he was out with the truck doing some sort of important business- which usually meant he was planning on heading out to the barn and just hitting the trails to clear his mind. But Bridget wasn’t sure what was on his mind, and that bothered her. She had gotten so sued to her brothers little changes in moods that she always new what he was thinking, she just never told him she did. Bridget pulled her spandex shorts down farther to ensure her ass was covered and pulled up her reds sports bra before walking towards the benches. She tossed her bag on the grass and unzipped the zipper of the red bag. She dug past a pair of tan breeches and a tank top and pulled out a pair of white Nike jogging shorts to cover up her spandex shorts. She grabbed a pair of soccer cleats out of the bag with a red Nike symbol on the side. She pulled out a few other soccer items like her ball, shin guards, socks and a water bottle. They were all red, of course. She started grabbing her shin guards but the decided to go for a jog first- she needed the stamina work. So she dug out a pair of running shoes from her crowded bag and slipped them on. She pulled her gorgeous blonde waves of hair into a high ponytail. She moved her blue eyes to survey the land, there was a trail just off to the right of the parking lot. She shrugged and started walking towards it, taking in the landscape. A few guys were playing a game of soccer on a far field, a small football game was going on and a game of what she thought was ultimate Frisbee was taking place to. As she got closer to the trail she started wondering if she should really go fro a run. Did she want to leave the open places? People were kidnapped all the time when jogging alone. Maybe she should call Brad and tell him where she was going just in case? Maybe she should just go ride, she may have rode her two geldings but Princeton could use a ride today. It was hard as she longed to ride Princeton, she was even considering offering to trade her older gelding for him, but it seemed pointless since really all she had to do was ask to ride him- but still she really enjoyed him.
Bridget got lost in thoughts as she wandered down the trail, now to in depth in thoughts to really remember that she’d been debating on going for a jog. Her feet just feel under her at a fairly fast pace, guiding her. She wondered what she’d do later, avoiding her brother since he seemed to want to spend the day alone. She thought about hitting the club, meeting new people. But she really didn’t want to be known as a party animal. Also she had yet to check to see if the barn needed any horse trainers, but like at most barns she’d probably have to start out as a dumb old stable hand. That job was okay, but there just wasn’t enough riding involved. Mucking out every day was fine, but not exactly her life goal. There was so much she needed to do, but none she wanted to do alone. She wasn’t dependant on her brother, but this place was so new, so strange. She just wanted to be able to call somebody a friend, have somebody prove that this town was where she needed to be. She shook her head at herself, she worried to much. But before she could argue with herself about that she was airborne. She felt herself face pant into the soil and slide at least a foot. She groaned in pain and sat up fast before remembering that she didn’t have a loose horse to worry about. Bridget wiped the dirt of her face and dusted herself off. She looked up at the sound of movement, oh great what a wonderful state to meet somebody in.
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calling; rain
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