The wind wakes me. It sounds like a freight train outside the window above my head. I roll over, reaching for the cell phone on my nightstand. 5:38 a.m. I check to be sure my alarm is set and fall back asleep.
When the alarm goes off 45 minutes later, the wind is still roaring. I check my cell. No text messages, so I get up and go out to get the paper. Despite the wind, it’s pretty warm for January.
I check my phone again. Still no messages, so I get ready to go.
“You’re running?” Dan says incredulously.
“Nobody else canceled, and I’m not going to be the one to call off,” I say.
I pull into the gym at 7:02 a.m., the only car in the lot. While I wait, gusts rock my car.
We run into the wind the first half mile, but once we get below the gym, the wind disappears. Or maybe it doesn’t. Maybe it’s just lost, forgotten, as we run side-by-side, groaning our way up hills, talking our way through miles that rush by faster than the wind.
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