They all had the same watch and they all beeped just the same as the walked from behind their cars and moved into the slow job that would start their run. Why did they have to climb the hill first? It was too early for this. It was hard. It was cold.
They were tired. They were quiet.
But it was on the schedule.
No one else was awake. Or if they were they were hiding in their houses, coffee in hands, robes wrapped tight, barely discerning the early hour.
Their feet flitted across the ground covering miles in minutes and those added to the hour that passed. They talked, some of their children, some of their friends children, and she was quiet. She confided in them of her worries and fears, and they reassured her she would be ok. Her mind was worried, but her heart was calm. She was lucky to have such friends for miles.
They rounded corners and their conversations became more lively as their legs and eyes were more awakened through the passing time. She hadn't had coffee, but endorphins make you happy right?
She realized with the passing miles that she loved running with these women. She was lucky to learn from them and could open up to them and she was happy. She hadn't felt that way in far too long. With each run, with each conversation, with each passing day she was able to find great joy in her acts, in her words and in the kindness of the others.
She eliminated the sour, the sad and the unhappy. The negativity rolled away and she moved further from it. She created happy. She created joy. And she spread it where she went.
The final hill they soared and laughed through the days toils. The work was done and all by 6:15 AM. Cars and people stirred and engines warmed to collect the day, and she smiled. Because this was it. This was happy.
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