It’s Monday, so I lace up my shoes and head outside. It’s early, the dawn is just breaking. Briskly, I walk to the end of my block.
Then, I’m free.
1, 2, 3, 4
I count the steps, urging my stride to be longer and my pace quicker.
1, 2, 3, 4
The sounds of traffic fade until all I can hear are my own footfalls. I focus on keeping them light and brief.
1, 2, 3, 4
My lungs have adjusted now. They’re no longer burning. I close my eyes for a second.
1, 2, 3, 4
I no longer feel like a glorified desk jockey stymied in the bureaucracy of life. Now, I’m a warrior, a hunter.
1, 2, 3, 4
There is nothing but the run and the sensation of flying.
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