5am. Dragged myself out of bed. Groggily laced the shoes. Hung my head low, watch my watch turn to 5:07. Ok, get up. Get up. 5:09. Ok. I am up now. My kids bailed on me, I open the door, cool air comes in. Sky is gray. Life is too. But wait, my 16 year old daughter comes up behind me. She got up. She decided to join. We walk down the steps and stand at the place we always start. 5:14. Click the Garmin watch, set to Run and Go.
Legs dragging, feet like lead. Each exhale feels like an entire resignation speech. We round the corner out of the neighborhood, I fumble with my phone and randomly hit play on the music streaming service.
Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp
Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp
I feel free
Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp
I feel free
Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp
I feel free
Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp
I feel free
Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp
I feel free
Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp
I feel free
Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp
I feel free
Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp
I feel free
Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp
I feel free
Clapton guitar riff follows.
My mood all changes. I do feel free. This is running.
Guy Reams
