Lewis

The next morning…

My feet slap heavily against the pavement as I slow my pace. Hands at my sides, I bend, gasping for each breath.

“Early morning run?” Dawn’s voice greets from the sidewalk opposite me, hands gripping the stroller.

I nod, standing upright, hands still upon my sides. My five miles today, rather than my usual three, take their toll on my recovery time. I shuffle my feet side to side, my running shoes moving stray rocks as I ...