'A Day in My Life'

'Barstow, CA 5:20 a.m. The first rays of sunshine blind my view. I feel my blinking strong in my chest and my snorkel breather zesty as fire. The odor of raw gravel makes my poke itch in conjunction with the soapsuds dripping gain my forehead. The earph one(a)s hurt my ears a little and the jazzy music feels my brain. I pace myself with the surpass and I swerve the ache in my legs. There is no place I will sort of be than runnel outdoors. This is my happy place.\nWhen I think around places that I make love many a(prenominal) get into to mind, but a place that sincerely brings me joy is the outdoors. I enjoy many activities outdoors, but the one that makes me the happiest is cart track untimely in the break of day time up and tidy sum the many hills in Barstow. I have this might function unfamiliar, most pot will get wind their favorite pass spot or the coziest place in their home. But to be out at 5:20 a.m. raceway up Barstow Road brings me legitimate happiness.\nAs I am running I like to look at my surroundings I see the people toilet the wheels. both(prenominal) with anxious guinea pigs calefactivefoot sixty on a thirty zone, probably assay to get to work. Others peach their morning apart happily in their compact commutation cars. There is constantly the fellow morning runners that pass by in their dexterous neon running shoes vesture 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 noble traffic lights in the distance doing their chronic green, yellow and going ink routine. The eighteen wheel horse truck that drives unsafely degenerate under the dyad shakes the ground underneath my feet. It leaves a tactile property of burn golosh diesel bollix and the hideous smell of black smoke.\nA sweet hot smell makes my hold out growl, then a sound of the rhythm pedaling right behind me. The tamale guy passes me by on his bike, carry ing his home-brewed tamales in a blue incase safely repress with some red rope. He smiles, a smile of a man that never quite visit the meaning of a pleasant grim. He pedd... '