Early morning runs were a rarity back home. It was far colder in the mornings and a lot of my jobs had me starting at stupid-o-clock in the morning. But I always tried to get out for a quick run at every chance I could. There was no better way to wake yourself up and get ready for the day ahead.
I kept my route simple. I didn't know my way around the area too well and I didn't want to get lost. I hadn't charged my phone again since yesterday, so I had left it at home. I wasn't glued to my phone like my sisters seemed to be. But it would be embarrassing to get lost with no way of alerting them. The GPS would have been handy too.
I stuck to what looked like the main road once I left our neighbourhood-memorizing the street signs as I went-and kept up a decent pace. Before long I was sweatin
