Writing 101, Day 12: (Virtual) Dark Clouds on the Horizon
Today, write a post with roots in a real-world conversation. For a twist, include foreshadowing.
I normally don’t go running. Those days are probably long past me. Running days that is. Because it seems like the past few times I’ve attempted to run, the next few days see my body hurting in ways that don’t feel good… at all.
But I wanted to get some kind of workout done today so I could keep up the momentum I’ve had going from the past couple of weeks. It was kinda late to go on a run but there’s no way I could have gotten on my bike since the sun was well under the horizon and the faintest of light was slipping away.
So with barely any light left in the day, I put on my running shoes and headed out.
Despite being mid-June on the Gulf Coast Plains, it was surprisingly nice outside. Of course the sun was down but it seems this time of year, even at night the humidity can be suffocating. But not tonight. There was actually a little bit of a breeze and the mosquitoes seemed to be taking a break from their usual game of “let’s see if we can carry someone off in less than 30 seconds”.
So as I hobbled down the road, my muscles began to warm up a little and after a minute I stretch. Then run, then stretch, then run and stretch. After several minutes I begin to tell myself my hamstrings won’t snap like dry rotted rubber bands.
I was still a few hundred yards from the running trail that is away from the streets when some asshole came tearing through the neighborhood at about 40 miles an hour. (for my non U.S. friends I believe that is about 60km per hour) This, in a residential area where one should, at the fastest, drive 20 miles per hour (or about 30 km per hour)
Man, one day someone’s going to get run over on this street, I thought to myself.