The Next Step The rain poured like hot sweat down my back. The thunder roared behind me, sending strikes of prominent fear up my spine. The wind blew waves of sea salt into my mouth, my nose, my eyes. I had just one more mile; I was so close. I could see the hardly-white roof of my house, barely peaking above the others. I was so tired, and the buckets of water splashing in my shoes wasn't helping me move any faster. I had had the courageous decision to go running this morning, to start training again. It really seemed like a good idea at the time, after waiting for what seemed like forever to even be able to walk again. I had no idea a thunderstorm was supposed to hit, for my mom and I can't afford cable anymore. It's just my luck, I suppose.
