Timewarping Continued

Splitting the Second:

My feet pound the pavement one after the other in a battle to make it to the top of the hill. My chest is tight and every breath comes in shorter than the last. Arms are pumping with the energy they have left, but the intense burning in my right shoulder is a distraction to their performance. The music blasting directly into my ears lends motivation to the final portion of my two mile run. It is the fact that my husband could be watching out the window that I find myself sprinting this last leg up a fairly steep hill.

Problem Making:

Once again I am in a race against the clock as I hurriedly put on my shoes while still moving about the room in an attempt to locate my keys. I check the same places I check everyday as if I would actually put them somewhere that I could find them. They are not on the hook designed to keep their location stable, they aren't on the counter, in my giant purse, or on any hard surface as far as I can see. I express outloud my every occurring thought, most of which are littered with the language one would hear talking to a sailor. I fumble with the lock on the door, checking the last possible place my keys could be and the jingle as I swing it open indicates to me that they are in the lock where I obviously left them coming home last night. Instant relief floods my mind as I think to myself, "I knew I put them somewhere".