4/93: Morning

The morning didn’t sneak up on me. It didn’t creep. It was there all along as the sky lightened and the alarm clock read 5:00. The puppy stirred, nuzzled my arm that hung off the side of the bed. Husband pulled himself up, she followed him outside. I rolled over. Saw the clock: 5:30. Time to run. Contacts, toothbrush, running shorts, socks, tank top, shoes, watch, earbuds. Outside the birds greeted me, a dove scampered out of my way. One foot went in front of the other. Down the block, around the bend, back up the hill and 3 miles later, home. Not far, not fast, but accomplished.

Jenn

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