Mike woke up at sunrise—sore, as usual—and he put on his running shoes first thing, which was also part of his daily routine, and headed out the door. If he didn’t try loosening some of the stiffness for the day, it was a sure thing that he’d get rag-dolled during practice.

For most of the year, the morning run wasn’t anything special, but around late spring, when the lavender field bloomed, a certain type of magic floated in the air; Mike was unstoppable on those days.

Prompted from Three Line Tales at: https://only100words.xyz/2020/07/30/three-line-tales-235/.

Prompted from Tale Weaver at: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/07/30/tale-weaver-286-sunrise-30th-july/.

Prompted from Eugi’s Weekly Prompt at: https://amanpan.com/2020/07/27/eugis-weekly-prompt-magic-july-27-2020/.