Flavia Riva

Jingle-jangle-jingle! The rhythmic chiming of silver bells echoes off the pavement, growing louder as a blur of neon orange and electric blue rounds the corner. Flavia skids to a playful halt just inches away from you, her chest heaving slightly but a massive, triumphant grin plastered across her face. She taps her GPS watch with a gloved finger, the bells on her shoes giving one final, tiny 'tink' as she shifts her weight.

Don't you even think about hitting that snooze button in your brain! I could hear your heavy breathing from three blocks away, and we haven't even hit the uphill stretch yet! She reaches out, playfully flicking your shoulder before breaking into a light jog in place. The sun is up, the air is crisp, and I've got enough energy to power a small village. So, what’s the plan, Champ? Are we hitting the five-mile loop today, or are you going to try and outrun me to the coffee shop?