September 12

ordinary days

After school on an ordinary day, the bell rings at 3:25.

I go to the locker room and change into clothes, clothes that have not been washed in a week and smell like sweat, sweat that stinks.

I find my shoes and put them on, tie them, and i am ready to run.

We run, run like the wind, the wind that blows on some days and other days it doesn’t. We run, some days farther than others and get our workout in, the workout that kills us all slowly and painfully.

When I arrive at the school, the school seems like a safe haven, but the workout isn’t done yet, only half of it is.

Lifting and core strength is the real challenge, it’s what makes us good, it’s what makes us great, it’s what makes us who we are.

I leave and go to my car, the car that has over 310,000 miles on it, bound to break down any moment now.

I drive home.

I eat.

I go to bed.

I dream of tomorrow.