Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Sixty-Five
Up.
Big Strength, Little Strength.
I turn my flashlight off halfway through the second lap and stare at the wakening sky.
The problem with walking alone is that then it’s just you and your thoughts and there’s no way to write them down. I can’t remember them all. Tomorrow, I’ll try voice notes.
“Did you find a coach yet?” I put my hands on my face.
She asks me what my reaction was. Mostly, just shock.
There are no gummy bears here.
During the meeting, he texts me that he likes the orange Sour Patch kids. I try not to giggle.
She and her friends make me giggle.
Begin with the end in mind.
