We chatted for a while and then we got quiet. We could hear and see each other's breaths as we rounded the sidewalk to the battery and met the howling wind. Okay, not really howling but whipping. My nose began to run. At some point someone said something and we chatted again. Then more silence. I think none of us wanted to be the first one to whine. We don't like whiners. We don't like ourselves when we do it so we generally don't except when it is ridculously something (hot, cold, tired, achy). We whined last week.
We kept in step. One of mentioned that there was so much traffic out at 4am. Some drivers were not kind enough to share the road. They had to see us. My jacket was one big reflective banner and Wendy wore a lighted vest. They had to see us. But my father told me that he who has the biggest bumper wins. We were no match for cars. So we angrily yielded the road.
It seems to stay dark for a very long time. We did not even see our cars before we reached the corner. That is a bit disheartening. Seeing our cars means we are done which is why I have meltdowns when I have to run past mine.
Our watches beeped within seconds of each other signalling that we were done. And just like that 10 miles were in the history books. We hugged each other and vowed to meet again next week. Why? Because we can.