The alarm goes off
at 6 and I open my eyes to darkness. A
bit of a shock and a harbinger of things to come.
I make it across
Bloor with only 4 red lights and feel a silly little thrill like I have won
something.
Lilt of pleasure at
being greeted at the Grenadier by my equally crazy friends
and then meeting another one when we reach the waterfront. With my gang, I can do anything - even 21K on
a hot day.
Relief to feel the
breeze along the waterfront . It cools
us and stirs up little sparkly waves on
the water.
I love the free
feeling of swinging along, my body in continuous motion, a thin layer of sweat
coating me. I taste salty when I lick my lips.
Sue C. calls the turnaround point, hooray! We pat
the big metal cat and dog and are on the
homeward journey.
The breeze takes us
most of the way back and then the full weight of the heat hits us at the bottom
of the hill. Pant, pant - breakfast calls.
I find a burst of
energy at the end and manage to keep up with speedy Susan S.
Met up with more of
the gang over breakfast - the best meal
in the whole wide world, ever - but then it always is. Sitting at rest, after
the exertion, in the company of friends, I am content in the moment.
