Rain misted out of the dark sky. The cool dampness of the night air keeping his body from overheating. Trees grew wild along the path.
Steve breathed evenly as he ran though the night. He placed his fingers against his throat and looked at his watch as he took his pulse. 160. It was almost midnight.
He preferred to run at night; it was quiet and there was no one around. The rhythm of his pounding feet hypnotic as the miles rolled past. Body moving in perfect harmony.
Steve slowed to a stop near his home, breathing the heavily moist air. He braced himself against a tree, stretching his legs. Steve drew a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Come new day..."
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