I've got the Giggles over Mr. Sexy Runner

At least three times a week, I work out at Jazzercise. My route there takes me along the west side of the small lake in my neighborhood. Eventually, the road connects with a main street, then another. I reach my destination in fifteen-ish minutes.

So what does this have to do with "giggles" and "Mr. Sexy Runner, Vicki?"

Most days, I pass Mr. Sexy Runner. LOL

One particular morning, a dark, heavy fog reached the pavement, blanketing everything. Ghostly, tree trunks stretched skywards, their limbs resembling thin fingers eventually disappeared in the mist.

Because of the poor visibility conditions, I drove a safe 20 mph. Then, I heard a shout --insert profane word-- and a slap on my bumper. Snapping out of my concentration, I realized a runner had appeared out of nowhere. And I hadn't seen him. Not at all.

Slamming on my brakes, my heart beat increased to almost a hurt. I looked in my rearview mirror to find he'd stopped as well and stared at me. A black running outfit covered him from head to toe. Then, he shot me the bird.

The rat.

All day, I couldn't get the incident out of my mind. He blamed me for nearly hitting him when I hadn't seen him--couldn't see him. He should have added some neon duct tape stripes to his clothing to make him stand out better.

So I wrote my thoughts down (for therapy) and kept going back and revising. Before I knew it, a story, "Running to Love," had developed. I sold it to August 2010 True Love magazine. For fun, I named the hero Mr. Sexy Runner.

So why this post, Vicki?

Today, I saw Mr. Sexy Runner and giggled because every time I see him, he has no idea how he inspired a story.

Have you run over any Mr. Sexy Runners today?

Vicki Batman is drinking a diet Coke, hanging out at her PC with the cat sleeping next to the screen. Her new story, "Store Wars," will be available in August from MuseItUp Publishing. Find Vicki at: http://vickibatman.blogspot.com or at: http://plottingprincesses.blogspot.com