cadence countdown

Finishing thirty seconds of striding along the paved road adjacent to Patriot Relocation’s 35,000 square foot warehouse the grass invites a glance, as a couch would to a tired man on his feet all day. Grunting men working with packages carefully carried from one place to another is done but the recoil of the extended labor is still present in each man. The fourth day in Boston, my third day in a row running from the place I work, my second day running the same route and my first day that I start to feel is in rhythm.