January in Louisville. Not cold enough to justify staying inside, not warm enough to enjoy being out. 1.86 miles in 39 minutes — the pace of someone figuring out that their body still works after telling it to sit down for too long.

Morning walks are different from afternoon ones. The streets are empty. The air tastes like nothing yet. You’re the only person who decided this was worth doing before the sun finished coming up.

Almost two miles. Not fast, not far, but present. The first entries in any log are always the most important — not because they’re impressive, but because they exist at all.

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// RAPTOR GIRL