It was a short drive to the trail, so Marc didn't play any music, he just sat and thought that maybe he came on too strong in introductions. He tended to be like that sometimes, which was why it was hard to make friends with introverts for him. He wanted to be a little calmer, but a life of tournaments and training always kept him excited. He gripped the steering wheel a little tighter and pulled into the trail. The car turned off and he got out. The trail was semi hilly and a bit rocky, but nothing that either of them couldn't handle, or at least, he figured. He moved to the trunk and pulled out pedometer, and a microchip that he placed in the soul of his shoe. This would track his miles per minute, factoring in the difficulty and other things to give him an overall score of X/10. He knew it wouldn't be as good with Paris along, but he didn't mind one bit. Running was running, and it felt really good. Trees stayed on either side of the trail providing it with a pleasant shade, but there weren't so many to cease the light breeze. 
Marc took a deep breath, still leaning against the impala, stretching his heals and calves. When he was done he turned to Paris. 
"Are you already?", he asked he wanted to make sure Paris wouldn't get hurt on this, especially since school hadn't began yet. 
"Before we start, there's one thing you should probably know. At certain points, I'll move off of the track for a second or two to practice parkour, then I'll be right back. Anyways, if that makes you uncomfortable, I can do practice later this evening. It's up to you" Wit that, Marc took a stride forward and began the run at a reasonable pace.