Day 4,387—Where are they Going?—

 

       I was thinking yesterday that I wanted more time to run, so I set my alarm for 3:30. I was a little groggy, but I made it out of bed. I was just moving slower. It took me longer to make coffee and do 50 pushups than usual, but I got it done, and I was out the door at 4:17, which is not as early as I preferred, but the deal I made with myself when I got up earlier is that I wouldn’t rush as much, and I still had about 15 minutes more to run compared to usual. I decided to run for an hour and, at the very least, get around 6.5 miles in, but I didn’t want to push myself. My goal all week has been to focus on form and thinking about my big toe hitting the ground first.

    I heard the rain earlier, but I didn’t know what to expect. I was hoping for light drizzle, which is how it started, but by the end of the run, it was coming down more consistently and faster. I was worried about my headlamp because I didn’t know how much rain it could take, but other than that, it was soft rain, and I wasn’t going to be gone long enough to deal with any rashes. I thought about how when I do pick up after school, and it rains, everyone is always freaking out, while I am perfectly fine standing in the rain getting wet. When you have done it for hours, twenty minutes seems like something you barely mention.

        I stopped for my 5-minute meditation on Lockwood across from a church and in front of a clothing store. I noticed that the clothing store had mannequins in the window without heads. I am sure they’re not the first ones I have seen like this, but seeing how colorful the outfits were, the juxtaposition seemed odd. I took a picture and kept going. I loved sitting on what normally is a busy street, being almost completely dead, like I am the only person in the world, and then a car drove by. Where are they going? I wonder.