تسجيل الدخولI go back out for one more run. That has been the plan anyway. One final lap session before calling it a day and leaving the bike alone until tomorrow. But once I get back on and roll out onto the track, something shifts. I've stopped thinking. Stopped rehearsing speeches, stopped wondering if I’ve
The next hour passes by easily. Jen eventually succeeds in her mission as she drags Sav into the water. Chase follows behind them shortly after. Soon, there is splashing and arguments over who started what. I stay back for a bit with Will and Randy. Will leans in slightly, “You okay?” I nod, “Yeah
GregI wake up before my alarm, as I don’t want to disturb Jen’s sleep. For a few seconds, I don’t move. I just stare up at the hotel ceiling and listen. Vegas has a strange quiet in the mornings. Not silent exactly, but there is always the faint hum of air conditioning, the occasional distant eleva
By the time we get back to the room and the door clicks shut behind us, I have reached that weird travel point where I feel both completely awake and absolutely exhausted at the same time. Greg has already abandoned any attempt at looking presentable. Both of our shoes are off, and his magazine has
The crowd slowly starts moving after the fountain display ends. People drift away in groups, talking over each other and checking photos they’ve just taken. Nobody seems to be in a rush. That is one thing I have noticed about Vegas already. People walk everywhere, but somehow never look like they ha
If there is one thing I learned within the first hour of walking the Las Vegas Strip, it is that nobody walks normally. Everyone wanders. Everyone stops every three minutes to stare at something. And I fit right in. Greg, meanwhile, has already accepted his role as unofficial bag carrier and profess
It’s New Year’s Eve, and the apartment feels warmer than usual, not because of the heating, but because of the people inside it. Soft golden lights were strung lazily along the curtain rail, casting a gentle glow over Jen’s living room. A pile of blankets had taken over the couch; bowls of snacks ar
Christmas has finally arrived, and Jen and I are celebrating just the two of us in this quaint little Victorian cottage out of town. The cottage looked like something out of a storybook. I stand just outside the small wooden gate for a second longer than necessary, taking it in. The old Victorian pl
Thanksgiving has started earlier than I would have liked. Not because of the food. Not because of the planning. But because Jen has been awake for God knows how long and that alone meant something was happening. I wake up to the sound of cupboard doors opening and closing, followed by the unmistakab
I must be in another world I can hear things around me, but I can’t move or open my eyes. I hear machines beeping and some people talking, but I don’t know where I am. “How is he doing doc?” Someone says I don’t recognize the voice. Should I recognize it? Something deep inside me says I should but I







