I awoke from my dreams with a resolute desire to move. There was a desire to test the limits of myself. How far until my will would give in? How fast until my heart could not keep up? How long until the loneliness drove me inside of myself? This morning as I arose from my bed the questions could not be left alone. No longer could I lay them on the nightstand and expect them to give in to my normal morning slothfulness. No, this morning they would be dealt with. This morning they would be answered.
Wearily I went through the motions, picking out the right clothes and lacing up the right shoes. I stumbled down the steps and scoured through my desk in search of my watch. 'Where is it, where is it?' I repeated aloud, as though someone was listening or caring about the conflict that was growing in my chest. Just as I began to contemplate justifying a trip back to the bed I saw the watch on the corner of the desk and cursed at it under my breath. 'Why this morning?' I mumbled to myself as I stepped out of the door.
In spite of the opposition that my body was giving to this unnamed thirst within my members, something happened as I started to move forward. I began to hear and to fall into the rhythm of my feet hitting the ground. Thump ...thump ....thump ....thump ....thump ...thump. I became aware of my body, aware of my legs, my arms. As the weariness of slept fell away and the sun rose in front of me, inexplicably, I became aware of myself. The questions of how far, how fast and how long began to come into view and as I saw it in the distance I entered into full pursuit.
This morning didn't end in answers. My sunrise quest did not end in success but rather in transformation. This morning I awoke a slothful, grumpy, monster. A creature I never meant to be, dreamed to be, or strove to grow into. This morning I answered the call of the great unnamed desire. This morning I moved foward. This morning I became a good animal. This morning I became a runner...and tomorrow I'll do it all over again.
