He had always been a feature on my route. Every morning I rose early, dress, and hit the street to run the six-mile route around our local lake. We would meet once or twice as we ran, depending on how early or late we started. He was tall, around six feet in height, with red-brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He had a typical runner's body, wiry, lanky, devoid of fat, his upper body not overly muscled. We were of an age and matched well in appearance, at least in my opinion. He was a solid eight and I thought...