I got a good start this time. Arms pumping, legs burning. I’m not in first, but monitoring the pace of everyone ahead of me. I’m working hard, but strategically hanging back, waiting for the chance to make my move and cut in. I try to pull ahead, I speed up, but I miss my chance. Then I see an opening. I go for it, and cut in from the inside, passing two people. Too many to pass…and then I realize there’s no gold in this race…the race from Union Station to the Orange Line.
This is post number two in my #28DayChallenge.
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