It’s hot out today. It’s humid and it’s windy. But I run anyway.
For a split second, I think maybe I should have done the treadmill instead today. Then I tell myself I’m stronger than that. I can do this. I start out walking for a few minutes. Stretch my muscles. Tighten the arm strap on my iPod. Adjust the ear buds. I can already feel the wind pushing me sideways.
One time around the block; Two times around the clock; Three times, don’t cross the little lady…
I start out on an incline. Thank God the wind is against my back. Traffic is heavy on the road next to me. I turn up the volume trying to drown out the sound of tires on the pavement.
So pretty and oh so bold; Got a heart full of gold on a lonely road; She said, “I don’t even think that God can save me.”
I make it to the top of the hill, but my lungs start to burn already. I’m not used to running in humidity. Damn it. I reluctantly let myself slow to a walk for a few yards.
I pick up the pace again, but I can’t find my rhythm. That damn wind keeps trying to knock me off-balance and it messes with my breathing. I let it intimidate me and I’m breathing too hard. I keep pushing though.
Am I gainin’ ground; Am I losin’ face; Have I lost and found my saving grace; Thankful for the gift my angels gave me.
At the half-way point I have to slow down again. I’ve got to pace my breathing. A few yards and I speed up again. I figure it out this time and the burning feeling in my lungs goes away. It only took me half the run, but I’ve put all the pieces together.
Born alone, we die alone; ‘n I’m just sittin’ here by the phone; Waitin’ for the Lord to send my callin’.
I’m moving downhill now and onto more level ground. The wind is still trying to distract me but I force my thoughts away from it and keep going.
Street wise from the boulevard; Jesus only knows that she tries too hard; She’s only tryin’ to keep the sky from fallin’.
Sweat is running down my back, down my face, and down other places best not mentioned here. I keep going.
Any man who says it’s Heaven and Hell; Prob’ly got somethin’ useless to sell; You ask me if I’m saved but what’s it to ya?
I hit the last stretch of my route; a nice, long, downhill section of path. The wind is hitting me head on, full force. I’m grateful I’m moving downhill or I might give in. I notice an ache in my right side. I don’t care. Side aches don’t scare me anymore. I used to feel them and panic, thinking they would get so much worse, but they don’t. I ignore it and keep going. Think of something else.
Blow a quarter, cop another eight; You’re runnin’ out of high, you’re losin’ your faith; Throw your hands up and scream “Hallelujah!”
Hallelujah, Halleluja;Hallelujah, Hallelujah; Amen.
One more block.
One time around the sun; Another year older and my work ain’t done; It’s time for me to write that final chapter.
Deal the cards and roll the dice; Sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll are my only vice; Tryin’ to figure out just what’s here after.
Damn wind is making me crazy, but I’ve finally made it. Traffic parts at the last busy intersection before I turn towards home and allow myself a cool-down walk.
I did it. (Thanks to Everlast for the help…)
Life is good.