Most people didn't put hair gel in before they went for a work out but then again most people didn't have an eternal competition of Jensen Baxter. And Jensen had the sort of charisma that could probably charm your pants off. In fact he didn't doubt that at all. With his hair in place and his normal breakfast of red bull and jelly beans in hand he was ready to go. No matter how often he was brutalized for his eating habits, he was never going to change. If there was anything he needed to keep up right now it was energy, and not the nice slow release energy that he knew was better for him but the "10 year old after a galleon of red cordial" type of energy.
As he pulled up, he wondered if he was first. He found it was best to get a head start wherever possible, particularly since he was down on the tally card. You would have thought after all this time they would have lost track of who was on top but with these two, nothing was ever forgotten and EVERYTHING was a competition.
The park was empty bar a few early risers like themselves. It was a nice morning, sun shining but not too warm. It always surprised him at how many people chose to stay in bed or go to sit in a fluorescently lit cafes when it was so beautiful outdoors. Growing up in New York he'd learnt to appreciate nature where he could find it. Sure sky scrapers were cool but there was nothing like the open air and beach front living. How could anything really top it ?
He spotted Jensen from across the park, surprised not to see him up a tree somewhere testing how fast he could get to the top or something equally ridiculous. He was making his way over when he felt a tug at the back of his shirt. "Can I have your autograph please mister ?" whispered the adorable kid. He laughed and knelt down happily to sign the ball for him when he heard Jensen coming up behind him. "There you go buddy nice to meet you" he said passing the ball back and holding his hand up for a high five. He whipped his head back to Jensen's direction "Oh are you referring to the fact that people actually care about me ? or the fact that I look like a supermodel today ?" He grinned, throwing some fake punches Jensen's way. "So, you ready to get your ass handed to you on a platter this morning ?"