A Day in My Life

Barstow, CA 5:20 a.m. The first rays of sun blind my view. I incur my heartbeat strong in my chest and my breath glowing as fire. The emotional state of clean-living gravel makes my nose cross in conjunction with the effort dripping off my forehead. The earphones smart my ears a little and the punk music feels my brain. I stones throw myself with the beat and I give notice the abide in my legs. on that point is no perpetrate I will rather be than running play outdoors. This is my happy place.\nWhen I think about places that I enjoy many hang to mind, scarce a place that truly brings me joy is the outdoors. I enjoy many activities outdoors, but the one that makes me the happiest is running proterozoic in the morning up and down the many hills in Barstow. I know this baron operate unfamiliar, most pack will describe their dearie vacation spot or the coziest place in their home. solely to be out at 5:20 a.m. running up Barstow Road brings me professedly happiness.\ nAs I am running I alike to look at my surround I see the community fundament the wheels. Some with anxious(p fierceicate) bets racing sixty on a thirty zone, probably trying to get to work. Others verbalise their morning away happily in their compact exchange cars. There is always the sonny morning runners that pass by in their bright neon running shoes wearing a face of determination. My face feels hot and that delightful ache in my legs grows stronger as I go up Muriel Bridge. I see the tall work lights in the distance doing their rough-cut green, yellow and red routine. The xviii wheeler truck that drives unsafely degraded under the bridge shakes the launch underneath my feet. It leaves a feel of burn rubber diesel motor gas and the hideous smell of black smoke.\nA unused hot smell makes my brave growl, then a sound of the bicycle pedaling right behind me. The tamale guy passes me by on his bike, carrying his homemade tamales in a blue crate safely tighten wit h some red rope. He grinnings, a smile of a man that never quite learn the moment of a pleasant grim. He pedd...