My footsteps fell one by one on the dark sidewalk. If not for the streetlights reflecting off of my neon jacket, I don’t know if I’d ever be able to see where I was going. It was hard enough to run in the dark, but when people didn’t de-ice their sidewalks like they were supposed to, I was a single misplaced step from slipping and breaking my tailbone.
“Keep going, Alice,” I told myself as I turned the corner. “You’re almost there.”
At least now I was turning back into a residential district. While most houses were still dark, a couple left their Christmas light on all night long, giving me the slightest bit of illumination. I silently thanked them and turned back down my street.
“Another day, another mile,” I said, wiping my brow as I entered my cool down. The winter track season had already entered full swing by now, though I couldn’t participate in it because of the conflicts with my therapy appointments. But the spri