we did it, honey b

A banana and a Mylar blanket for 5 a.m. Buffer zones. The smell of a clean port-a-potty in the morning. Elite corrals and energy gel. When there are enough people squeezing us into ourselves, we drop the blankets. When there are enough trees, I veer off the concrete for grass. I would have preferred dirt to highway, but I chose it this way. When the miles move from seven to eight, I hit repeat repeat repeat. The number dwindles and I move finally the way I want to: fast and free.