Sunday, November 8th, 2020
Lacing up my running shoes standing up, bent over in the living room and it's still dark out. Driving alone on a warm November morning, out for cold brew, while my household still sleeps. Running a 5k over a bridge connecting two cities. Me, myself, and the concrete. These are times I feel free. These are the things I can't wait to tell them.
Time 29:15
Same shit as last year.