Road Runners' Heaven

Road Runners' Heaven

Every single minute of my 45’ run was perfect. Even with the morning sun blocked by rain clouds, my mood was lifted. And as the rain rapidly turned to snow, flakes the size of fruit loops drenched my rain-vest like slobbery kisses. My feet danced off the wet concrete, and as I rounded the final curve toward home, my body leaned fluidly like a Picasso gesture.