![]() ![]() I hadn’t seen Shelley, my best friend, in over a week. Can we meet Eggs & Stuff? Let’s salvage my bday disaster. From Shelley: Surprise! I’m home from Camping Hell a day early. I went to go grab a pair when my phone quacked with a text. What were the odds that he’d be running in the rain? Should I just suck it up and wear old shoes? We had this thing where we nodded to one another each time we passed, usually by the water fountain and always around 8:30. There was a cute runner boy I’d been hoping to see. I’d wanted to be on the road by eight o’nothing. The oil-stained puddles, with their spirals of blue and green, wouldn’t be evaporating anytime soon. The sun wasn’t going to magically appear. Funny to think about them now, that I’d been so concerned about protecting my shoes, I’d let nearly a year of my life slip away.Īlready dressed in my running gear, I turned from the window, knowing the clouds weren’t going to suddenly part. The streets were covered in puddles, and I’d recently gotten new running shoes-purple Nikes with lime-green swooshes and thick pink treads. But it was already 8:15, and I was still waiting for the weather to clear. I remember because I’d gotten up early, hoping to go for a run. ![]() It was raining that morning, ten months ago. ![]()
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