my throbbing thick thighs
sweat slipping down my spine
each breath blasting through my ear drums
climbing me from the base to the peak
more religion than the stained glass
I walk to the edge of the road, gravel crunching under my Hokas and a slight evergreen stained breeze dusting my face. Goosebumps run down my spine, not out of chill but fascination. My only decision was turn left or right. I turn right. Immediately I start pushing up the hill, my legs turning over much quicker than they normally would. We had been in the car close to the entire day. We woke up in Cracker Barrel parking lot after a restless night, stumbled in for some sweet golden nectar and then got back on the road. Stress was a building most of the day. He and I were just not mushing right today. It was upsetting and confusing because I couldn’t pinpoint why.