The alarm goes off and I reach for it...crickets chirping, inside I laugh at how ironic that seems.  I guiltily hit snooze and roll over.  I grab a pillow, stuff it between my knees and breathe.  I open my eyes.  I throw the pillow to the ground and stand up.  Forget that.  Squinting, I grab my lulu speed shorts, my racerback, my socks and my brooks and throw them on.  Once I am dressed, I pull on the shade and see, yes, thunderstorm.

Lightening strikes and I debate for a millisecond, but now am pissed...how dare this happen on MY time.  I grab my gamin, and go.  I dodge the rain drops to my mini, shove the key in the ignition, throw it in frost and head towards a treadmill, no gamin...dark skies thundering above.  Halfway downtown, I pause, look up and decide to pull over for an iced coffee.  I walk in and see....people.  Standing.  Lazy.  Not moving.  My legs begin to itch.  I look at the clock.  tick, tock, tick, tock.  I look outside, the sun is breaking.  Who is helping? I think...who wants coffee?  tick, tock, tick, tock.  My feet start to dance, they want to move, they want to run.  The person in front of me....""I''lll have a latte....."


and I'm gone.  I take off down the street, no gamin, no minute/mile, no pace.  Just me, my favorite running shoes, and the absolute, best and most complete urge to run.  FOR FUN.