If we had gone to the moon, it wouldn’t have mattered
With our helmets on heads, plus one to spare
Your little sister and I set off to get you from school
Pressed for time, as not to be late
We whooshed around bends, over bridges, under overpasses and thorough one tunnel
Passing two high schools, three gas stations, five contraction zones, a few restaurants, a couple banks, one University and naturally a Starbucks.
Peace fills the air and my mind as I venture out on my morning run. Today I run for me. Time with my own thoughts and aspirations. Stepping one foot in front of the other, for about two miles on the island with a last name. Just running and listening to the sound of my own breath.
Some days you feel like a super hero with your cape waving behind you in the wind. While others, your cape is stuck in the door. Yesterday I was victorious! I hopped in the car to see a shiny little yellow light blinking back at me, with a heavy heart I told my kids (that were just packed up for morning adventures) that we would need to take a detour over to the car repair shop.
Pulling up to the run down lot
I back-in carefully
I want to savior this last sip of coffee and take in any possible bursts of energy that it could provide
Also because of the sketchy neighborhood I’m in, being able to pull out fast if I need to escape
The chiming faint alarm goes off to my right. It’s 3:45am, the first alarm of the morning. I quickly tap snooze and rest my eyes till the next one goes off. 3:50am, the light little bells repeat the same melody as before, this time I get up. Heading carefully through the darkened room, straight to my closet where I have so carefully organized two bins to grab my workout clothes.
I’ve waited all week to see her. I couldn’t wait to hear all the gory details of her newest feat, a 50 mile ultra marathon trail run. Dana waits among the others for the Saturday morning running loop. Nonchalantly adjusting her headband and fleece. It’s a brisk 46 degrees this morning which means it is the heart of winter for us Tampanians.