"Pretty much," he answered, mirroring her stretch, then shaking out his arms. "It's not really just a run, though. You're probably gonna have to try to keep up." At that he took a running leap at the banister of the stoop next door, swung up to haul himself onto a window ledge, and then scaled it to the top of the roof. His morning exercise constituted a lot more free running than it did leisurely jogs.