Snow Patrol blaring in my ears, I set off into the opal and aquamarine dusk. I wave and don’t stop for the inquisition. She nearly drops her shopping when she sees me. Kate is walking from her car as I head out of the door. But that’s five miles, and I don’t think I’ll be able to run one mile, let alone five, and of course, he might turn me down which would be beyond humiliating. Quite frankly, I have a mind to run to the Heathman hotel and just demand sex from the control freak. I need to expend some of this excess, enervating, energy. I can’t sit in front of that marvel of technology and look at or read any more disturbing material. I put my hair in pigtails, blushing at the memories they bring back, and I plug in my iPod. I find my nasty, never-used sneakers, some sweat pants, and a t-shirt.
For the first time in my life, I voluntarily go for a run.
