I bounce on the balls of my feet, back and forth, back and forth as I wait for the crosswalk to give me the light. Even though there are no cars at the intersection, you never know when one might come around the corner, but I don’t want to lose my momentum either. Waking up early just to further t*****e myself with a run is bad enough as is. Catching every standstill crosswalk doesn’t help. I check the morning’s humidity level on my phone and try to calculate how much water I’ll need to drink to replenish my fluids. And what amount of electrolytes I’ll need to consume to keep my water intake from diluting my stores. And how to fit it into my daily caloric allotment.
I wish I could just let things go sometimes, but my mind refuses.
The white pedestrian icon lights up. I trot across the in
