This is going to be corny, but I need to write it down. So forgive me in advance.
It was a remarkable afternoon. It was Wednesday, and the faithful five of us met our coach after work for our weekly quality workout. We met near downtown with the sun shining in a blue sky. It was hot. And our workout was, if I recall correctly, hilly.
My recollection is suspect, because it’s been a few weeks since that afternoon. But what I remember is an overwhelming feeling of exhilaration, of crystal-clear vision that swept over me after the workout. I walked out to the car with a gentle breeze blowing and the sun beginning to set in the west. Endorphins coursed thru my veins. A smile stretched acros my face.
I turned the key to unlock the car door. I sat behind the wheel and started the car and rolled down the window and turned on the radio. And as if the blue sky and shining sun and blowing breeze wasn’t sufficient, Stayin’ Alive was playing on satellite radio as I turned west onto Sixth Street.
I cranked the volume. I gripped the steering wheel tighter. And tears came to my eyes.
I warned you.