Map My Run

It is almost time. I glance outside my bedroom window into the darkness. The smell is awful as I timidly unlace my running. The last time I took of these shoes I failed to untie the overpriced footwear due to the one swift motion that occurred as I quickly through them off my feet. Then I uncomfortably maneuvered to my bathroom. Rule #1: Go to the bathroom before running. I look down at my cheap watch. It's 9: 05. Time for my run.
The feelings of relief have already begun. I am not at work. I am not studying for an exam. My feet are hitting the pavement along with the noises of car alarms, people yelling, and rap music from the car adjacent to me. This is definitely Memphis. A car slowly follows me as I head out of the apartment complex and onto my first road. Right turn. I am on my way. I start my watch it quickly begins 00:01, 00:02, 00:03, and so it goes. I do not know why I am timing this. Am I training for the Olympics or something? I guess it is habit.
I would like to say the air is fresh and cool across my face, but that would be a lie. The air is hot and sticks to me like glue. I have sweat forming across my forehead the second I move outside my apartment. This weather sucks, that is all I can say. Left turn down Park Ave. I am a little set back. A car honks. I hear someone shout, "Run, Forrest, Run." What a punk! I hate that movie (Forrest Gump). I can't think of anything less annoying to hear as I run. The street and car lights are comforting in the darkness. It's amazing to me how hot is can be in the south despite it being almost ten at night.

What is up with that? So I run.