The door screeched open as a wave of soothing, chilly breeze swiped my face....... leaving residue of moisture and smothered assurance of life! i embraced it since the rest of me was hugged with thick cotton......wrist.......ankle......right down to the soles of my feet which pressed with comfort and readiness.
Standing out on the veranda now, i tried peering through the thick " cloud" of fog which "hurdled" the entire spacious, rural area. Clearly......no sight of dawn but the glare of street lights in the distance.
White........yellow........red......blinking intermittently as if to substitute for a patriotic audience!( Well, so i narcissisticly imagined). I smirked and began, briskly on my parpet, warming up.
Ah...ah..ah!......nose tickling, eyes swimming in a river of 'tears'
Chew!....then came the long awaited temporary opening of my congested nostrils which evoked an instant headache.
I quickly adjusted the zip on my turtle-neck track suit and shoe laces then took off! first on fresh green grass which took no heed of my trespassing.
Then on tarred roads, most of it swallowed by fog, covered with red sand.
Trit........Trot.......Trit.....Trot
Woof!.....Woof!......Woof!
Tremors of fear swirled up my spine, once again, reminding me of a merciless canine encounter. I made a swift detour through an unfamiliar short-cut in effort to a narrow escape.
Tritee.....Trot......Tritee.... Trot
I continued in a slower pace trying to hold firm in weak ankles. Facing now the moon as dawn began to creep up. The full, white.........light-deprived beauty against blue timid skies. As my upper body swung from side to side in a steady rhythmic bounce, i thought of how i questioned the strenght of my abilities on track...........fueling my pace........i grew almost breathless!
.......reduced speed and stuck with the flow.
Fog still thick and air still chilly
Engines as groggy as the eerie sight of the morning hastily approached whilst fetching two blinding head-lights. I assumed it was the Fish truck........the 'rank' filled the air and even conjested nostrils!
Trit......Trot.....Trit....Trot
Feet heavy.......the needle-boring pinch of thigh muscle commomly known as 'cramps'........and the pending aroma of a hearty breakfast were no "MATCH!" with a resolute soul.
I resort to my usual chant:
one mile more.......one mile more........one mile more. Gradually feeling the restoration of energy! the finish line went blur but this time the fog hardly contributed to reason. 'third-eye' locked on goal to accomplish, accompanied with shrugged feelings of giving up!
Soaked from head to toe......immediately i felt a rush of satisfaction charged with silent compliments by passers-by and the distractive rays of nature's best friend; cracking through now brazen skies. (a neck-neck interest with the moon)......
I gushed even more knowing that i have added yet another memorable chapter to my book of accomplishments!
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