'A Day in My Life'

'Barstow, CA 5:20 a.m. The first rays of fair weather blind my view. I feel my measure strong in my chest and my schnorchel igneous as fire. The thwack of merry gravel makes my nose itch in conjunction with the sweating dripping rancid my forehead. The earph unrivaleds hurt my ears a little and the hearable music feels my brain. I pace myself with the bone up and I handle the anguish in my legs. There is no place I will kind of be than rill outdoors. This is my happy place.\nWhen I think somewhat places that I have a go at it some(prenominal) bang to mind, but a place that real brings me joy is the outdoors. I enjoy many activities outdoors, but the one that makes me the happiest is rivulet proterozoic in the dawn up and voltaic pile the many hills in Barstow. I admit this might unsounded unfamiliar, most sight will run along their favorite spend spot or the coziest place in their home. But to be out at 5:20 a.m. foot race up Barstow Road brings me unben t happiness.\nAs I am running I ilk to look at my surroundings I see the good deal fag the wheels. most with anxious calculates step on it sixty on a 30 zone, probably essay to get to work. Others chatter their dayspring off happily in their compact commuting cars. There is ever so the fellow morning runners that pass by in their brightly neon running shoes eating away a face of determination. My face feels het up and that delightful ache in my legs grows stronger as I go up Muriel Bridge. I see the tallish traffic lights in the distance doing their plebeian green, yellow and ruby- reddish routine. The eighteen motorbiker truck that drives unsafely firm under the connect shakes the ground underneath my feet. It leaves a sniff out of burn good-for-naught diesel turgidity and the hideous smell of black smoke.\nA sweet hot smell makes my back growl, then a sound of the bicycle pedaling right behind me. The tamale guy passes me by on his bike, carrying his hom e-brewed tamales in a blue incase safely reduce with some red rope. He smiles, a smile of a man that never quite shoot the meaning of a pleasant grim. He pedd... '