Thursday
I managed to get a few hours of sleep before I headed out to work later that morning. June was going off shift when I arrived. Did that woman ever sleep?
“Hi, Tyson! Thanks again for coming in last night. How about you take Friday off, okay? And you’re not scheduled to work this weekend, so you’ll have three days to yourself.”
“That sounds great. Thanks,” I said. This would work out very well because the 5k race was on Saturday. So I would have a day to mentally prepare for 3.1 miles of hell and a day to recover.
Waving at me, June left the office and I grabbed my usual morning java and headed for my desk.
“Hey, Cranwick!”
I bumped into the cubicle on my right. Man, I really needed to stop doing that. “Justin. What’s up?”
He joined me and we walked together to our stations.
