It didn’t take long to reach Bryan Park. The rest of the world still seemed fast asleep, and as Josh drove under the stone archway at the park’s entrance, he felt as if he were entering a secret, magical realm. One where he wasn’t a tax attorney at a dead-end job—that was the next change coming in his life, he swore, and he’d already begun polishing his resume. Here he allowed himself to be one of those crazy exercise nuts he had sworn he’d never become. Once he parked his car and started running, no one he met on the park’s numerous paths knew he used to be fat and lazy. They saw him as a kindred spirit, a fellow runner, healthy, like them.
Though, granted, at this hour on a Saturday morning, there weren’t many other people out and about just yet.
He circled the lake near the park’s ent
