Chapter 9: The first aid station

The day was becoming a bit warmer, the sun still shining through the trees. However, it was not to be an unberabily hot day, at least.

Jill usually preferred colder temperatures for long runs, sometimes in the high 20s, usually in the 30s or very low 40s.

Today, of course, was not one of those days. Being naked in temperateres that low would be pretty rough.

Today, the temperatures hovered from the low 50s to the low 70s. Not too bad.

The beep of her watched told her she had crossed 10 miles. Her legs and body felt good. Her mind felt clear. She felt that her pace was simply perfect, already putting in a good distance before 11 a.m.

Her eyes began to look around for the first aid station, where her drop bag would await.

Another mile went by when she saw it in the distance, at the bottom of a small hill around the bed.

The small green tent was perched at the bottom of the hill, a couple of tables with various snacks and hydration set up under it.

Two girls, Jill guess college age, had stood at the edge of the trail outside of the tent, looking in her direction. Both were completely naked.

The one with sandy hair bounced up and down in excitement as Jill manuevered down the hill.

“Here comes another one! Already!” she said with excitement. Even as she focused on descending the hill, Jill was able to catch very good glimpses of the girl’s generous breasts bouncing as she bounced.

The other with the darker, longer hair had already gone into the tent.

“It looks like ... Jill...” the one with sandy hair said, sounding somewhat unsure of herself.

Jill was nearer enough, close enough to see the dark haired girl sorting through a collection of bags lying on the ground, her cute white butt sticking in the air as she did so. She nodded “Yeah, that is Jill,” she said quietly as she moved a bag aside, paused, then pulled Jill’s bag out of the collection, walking out of the tent with a friendly smile.

“Youa re doing so great!” the sandy haired woman said. “The guy before you, he just left less than a minute ago.” She shrugged. “He didn’t seem to be doing so great, but he said he has done this a few times and always starts slow. The girl in front of you was doing pretty good, too, but I think you will catch her before the end of the day! Isn’t that great!”

Jill smiled and nodded, taking a sip of a cup of pickle juice, relieved it was actually pickle juice. A plate of peanut butter sandwiches were nearby. She took one and nibbled on it. “Thank you,” she said quietly.

The dark haired girl smiled at her and silently handed her drop off bad. Jill smiled back. “Thank you,” she said quietly. The other girl simply nodded and smiled.

“Do you need anything? Anything we can get you? Anything at all. The next aid station is 20 miles out, but we can still radio ahead and let them know if there is anything you need. We have a first aid kit, too.”

Jill shook her head. “No, I think I am all right. You have a good selection here, and it is early in the race.” She reached into her bag and found some more nutrition, which she stuck into her hydration vest. She did not want to carry too much with her at once, with fear that they would weigh her down.