Circles

At about 5 a.m., my eyes creaked open. I slowly rolled to my left, stretching my right arm across my body to grab my glasses. I fumbled for a few minutes as I lazily searched in the darkness.

By the time I put my feet to the icy cold floor and looked at my phone it was 5:30 a.m.

I clumsily reach to open my top dresser drawer without getting up from my seating position. My hand stumbles to pull out a pair of shorts and a T-shirt that sit nearest to my fingertips.

I have to prepare myself for an adventure in finding a pair of socks and shoes.

Found it.

Socks slip on without a struggle.

Shoes need a little push.

As I tightly lace up my bright pink Adidas runners, I slowly rolled my neck from side to side. Then up and down. I feel the muscles from my shoulders to the back of my ear lengthen and I let out a deep sigh.

The door opens.

I step outside.

And off I run.

My feet are pattering heavy on the pavement. The vibration chatters every bone in my body and I can hear my jaw struggling to stop my teeth from chattering.

My breathing gets heavy. My legs feel like lead. I keep going.

No destination.

No direction.

I just go.

After approaching what my body estimates to be 3 miles, I stop suddenly and lean forward with my hands pushing down on my kneecaps.

I’m trying to catch my breath.

I close my eyes and begin to control my breathing.

My eyes open.

It’s about 5 a.m. My eyes creaked open. I slowly rolled to my left, stretching my right arm across my body to grab my glasses. I fumbled for a few minutes as I lazily searched in the darkness.