Late

This was a day designed to get me off track. For some reason, I did not want to get out of bed. I wasn't sleepy but soon it was 4:30 AM and I just was deciding to defeat myself. Finally I pushed myself up. I thought to myself, "I better just get ready for work and skip the run since I am running late". From somewhere some kind of guidance kicked in and made me go run regardless. Once out there, everything seemed right. Its nice to discover something so comforting. While running along the eroded sand bank, the wash from a wave came up and over. Suddenly I found myself moving faster than I knew I could. I felt like a little kid running. It was a great slice of life.