7 a.m. and I was up. Dressed in sweats, blueberry coffee in hand and awaiting my date.
The date I had with my girl friend.
A date that would begin at a time when only the best usually ended.
A date that would fill my mind with conversation and my body with adrenaline, and then the inevitable rush of relaxation.
We walked for over an hour, through a somewhat rough terrain.
We let our feet lead the way through the miles of sunshine and fresh air.
All the while knowing that we'd end up...
Right back where we started.
As our pace settled in, I couldn't help but think of how our walk reminded me of each and every relationship that I've ever had.
They're all a bit tricky to get started, but once you find your perfect stride, it can be entirely enjoyable.
But there's always the realization that at the end of every hill, is yet another one to climb.
So we climbed, never stopping.
And as we crested that final hill, and I saw my home in the almost reachable distance, I felt at once relieved and disappointed.
I wanted to be finished, to crawl into my bed and sleep the day away, only to begin the journey again tomorrow.
I wanted the beginning forever, the rush of accomplishment, the anticipation of next time.
Yet I knew that when I reached our destination and closed my door quietly behind me... That I'd have only me in the end.
But while I may have been alone and exhausted...
At least I felt good.