April 7, 2008
I left school at 3:30 today for the first time ever in my life, I think. I practically skipped off of the bus and dashed upstairs for my running shoes and some much needed respite from a day of crazy kids. Out the door, past sweet Freddie pleasantly reminding me to “go with care” as always. I’m not sure what possessed me to run in the afternoon, really. A lack of caffeine induced craze, I suppose, but still I smiled at Freddie as I jogged off and assured him that I would be careful.
The sidewalks were crowded and the buses were angry giants battling for right of way. The sky was gray with fog and exhaust and I found myself running faster and faster as if I could run away from it all. But, inevitably it was still there. The bustling city, the noises, the people shouting and not even my heavy breathing could overcome it. And I was reminded of why I like my morning runs so much.