time doesn't matter to them yet
i started my run this morning with no intention of going there. but between loud music and too many old roads that look the same here i am. at the base of it and 2 miles into a 5 mile route. mile 3 is the hill. there are 3 landings on this hill but once you hit one, it only gets harder. my breath is pacing, my legs have that familiar ache and i think about going around it. as a new song comes on and i have 2 seconds of silence to hear my heart beat and feel a rush of adrenaline, i run. too fast at first, like always. landing one comes and i catch a quick breath. landing two comes and i try not to look at the last stretch of hill in front of me. i take a few deep breaths, change to a new song, close my eyes and run. as hard as i can. all the while my legs are protesting, my mouth tastes funny, my heart feels like it's beating in my ears, a sharp pain in my side begins to grow and push it's way into my shoulder. "breath through it. breath through it." 15 more steps. 10 more steps. 5,4,3,2,1 . . . . . . . . . . on the other side is 2 slow miles of downhill. it takes no effort, my legs move for me and i feel like i'm floating. i need it, not the hill, but what comes after the hill.