Chapter Twenty

This is hell.

It was day three of Morgan’s early morning three mile run and his lack of pacing had cost him dearly. The chilly early morning weather had spurred him on to finish as soon as possible but at the end of the first mile he was breathless and his heart was pounding. It had been just under two decades when he had his last asthma attack. Erring on the side of caution, he decided to take a break by walking and began contemplating whether this was all worth it. The medical benefits of exercising were obvious but that was not his motivation. It was merely a bonus as was the rush of endorphins. He didn’t know whether it was love that motivated him but the one thing he was certain about; there was something, even if he couldn’t fathom what it was.