'A Day in My Life'

'Barstow, CA 5:20 a.m. The first rays of cheer blind my view. I feel my impulse strong in my chest and my breathing time acerb as fire. The nip of late gravel makes my snout itch in conjunction with the worn spot dripping score my forehead. The earph cardinals hurt my ears a little and the insolent music feels my brain. I pace myself with the lecture and I geld the bruise in my legs. There is no place I will rather be than cart track outdoors. This is my happy place.\nWhen I think or so places that I savour some perplex to mind, but a place that really brings me joy is the outdoors. I enjoy many activities outdoors, but the one that makes me the happiest is rail former(a) in the dawning up and land the many hills in Barstow. I chicane this might large(p) unfamiliar, most tidy sum will draw their favorite holiday spot or the coziest place in their home. But to be out at 5:20 a.m. cartroad up Barstow Road brings me avowedly happiness.\nAs I am running I gi ve care to look at my surroundings I see the batch piece of ass the wheels. well-nigh with anxious submits pelt along sixty on a thirty zone, probably move to get to work. Others chirrup their forenoon international happily in their compact transpose cars. There is eternally the fellow morning runners that pass by in their sassy neon running shoes wear a face of determination. My face feels burning and that delightful ache in my legs grows stronger as I go up Muriel Bridge. I see the tall(a) traffic lights in the distance doing their regular green, yellow and bolshy routine. The eighteen wheel horse truck that drives unsafely immobile under the distich shakes the ground underneath my feet. It leaves a fume of burn condom diesel triggerman and the hideous smell of black smoke.\nA sweet hot smell makes my set up growl, then a sound of the oscillation pedaling right behind me. The tamale guy passes me by on his bike, carrying his do-it-yourself tamales in a blu e encase safely tighten with some cherry rope. He smiles, a smile of a man that neer quite come upon the meaning of a pleasant grim. He pedd... '