The Absent Destruction

  I never run without music keeping me company, and my beloved pair of beats by dre hangs by the door ready for me to snap up on my way out for my daily jog; at the usual time of five in the morning, my neighbors can already spy me stretching out as soon as I get out the door. The weather has been consistent with slight drizzles for the past week, and although it never gets past the shower stage when the sun starts to come up, I made it a point to wear a thick sweatshirt over my tank top; I did not want to feel too heavy as I ran though, so I wore my usual running shorts, hoping that after a couple of rounds I will get warmed up enough not to be bothered by the coolness of the morning. I have always been fit since I was a kid, and even had a figure others envied in my teens and early twenties, but for the past couple of years I have slowly but surely put on pounds that I have thus been finding hard to shrug off; it has become so bad that my doctor has warned me to do something about shedding off my excess weight, and my wanting to gain the trim figure I once had made the warning bother me until a close friend, who was an avid runner, suggested that I try jogging. At first, I started out by running five laps every other day, and gradually upped until my present routine of doing fifteen laps around the track everyday except on Sundays; I have been running for three months now, but I only have five more pounds to lose, and the best part is that I have been feeling better than ever.