The sun casted its brilliance through my windows.
The road was calling me.
I layered on my running gears because it’s freezing outside.
The road was calling me.
Yes, the gloves, mufflers, windbreaker, sweatpants and whole enchilada.
The road was calling me.
Less than a mile into the run, my heart wanted to jump out of my throat.
The road was calling me.
Am I out of shape or what? 10 pounds over my race weigh, that’s why. But,
the road was calling me.
So I ran 6 miles. Because,
the road was calling me.
The End
Running with Buddha 