Running for My Life

Last Saturday I spent the day running from zombies. It was about 97° outside (low for the Phoenix area at this time of year). The flies and gnats were relentless and there was little shade. Part of the time I ran desperately through sand and ash and part of the time I ran on a seemingly endless road. I felt as if the zombies were always gaining on me. My lungs burned more with every breath and my heart was racing. My legs ached and my feet no longer had the strength to land where my mind wanted. I don't know how I found the strength to move on.... Read More at www.laurenkjonescello.com