"It's about time you got here," I tease, jumping to my feet and rubbing feeling back into my hands. "I thought I was going to have to go it alone today."
Becca grins and points at her sister. "Poor Emily just spent the last ten minutes scouring little Teddy's room for all the pieces to his chess set. He was supposed to bring it to school this morning for show and tell."
"Unfortunately, the white bishop is still MIA," Emily says, shaking her head. "Why he felt the need to sleep with it last night, I'll never know. It can't have been very comfortable."
"Sounds like something my Jimmy would do," I say. "Let's get moving, I'm frozen."
We start out at an easy pace, letting our muscles warm up, each lost in our own thoughts. We set out for the green space behind the neighborhood, headed for the miles of trails that weave through the fields. The path is wide enough for us to run three abreast and as we settle into our running, our conversation comes in spurts.
"Are we still on for the Halloween 5k," Becca asks. "I think registration opens this week."
"I think it sounds fun. We're dressing up, right?"
"They have a free lunch afterwards if you're in costume, so I think we should."
"We could dress as pirates. But I don't know about running with any extra gear clanging around. What do you think, Janey?"
I feel my legs burning as we head up an incline and I have to wait to answer until we reach the top. Pausing to catch my breath, I take a sip of water. "I think we should go as the Pink Ladies from Grease."
"Oh, my golly!" Becca grins. "That would be awesome!" She starts off down the hill and we follow, single-file. She calls over her shoulder, "Should we wear, like, a 50's frock? A poodle skirt?"
Emily laughs, "Or we could all dress like Sandy at the finale? We already have the spandex!"
We're nearing the parking lot and I can see my car. My lungs are burning and my legs feel like rubber. I also have a sinking suspicion that there's a blister forming on my right heel. Breathless, we topple onto the park bench. I clutch my side and wince. "How far did we go?"
Becca checks her phone and grimaces. "Uh, a third of a mile. Only six more times around."
I groan. "Maybe we should just dress up with the kids and go trick-or-treating. It would be a whole lot easier."
Linking up this week with Writings and Ruminations. 505 words inspired by the picture above and using the following 5 words: blister, grease, frock, pirate, bishop.