eyes of recognition.
who are really good at that crazy thing.
i woke up feeling sick to my stomach.
what have i just gotten myself into?
i opened my closet to find no acceptable pair of shoes with which to even attempt a run.
so i dragged myself to running room.
why are you here? said the nice lady with the green running hat.
i bet she asks that a lot, i thought.
– i got talked into a 5k, i said.
– please give me shoes that will make it hurt less, i pleaded.
she laughed. her eyes danced a little bit.
i need to see you walk first, she said.
what’s going on with your right leg? running room lady 