The Achilles Heel by Karyn Rae

Author:Karyn Rae
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi

ANNIE

The back of my head heated up and sweat tickled the space in between my breasts, pooling in the elastic of my sports bra. Mumford and Sons delightfully ruptured my ear drums as I came upon the straight away that lead me to the most Eastern point of the United States. St. Croix is a US Virgin Island and entitled to chisel that fact into an enormous rock that sits atop jagged cliffs and beside an information booth in a circle driveway. I had run five and a half miles, past the golf course and along the narrow strip of pavement; watching the ocean waves pull in and out, sometimes getting the notion to spray itself against the rocks.

“This is a once in a lifetime moment.” I felt the need to acknowledge it aloud.

I walked around the gravel circle until my body didn’t struggle anymore, and then reluctantly drank from the water fountain at the information hut. After five miles, I wasn’t too picky and knew I’d never make it back to the house without hydrating.

A specific playlist is integral in the success of finishing a run. I meticulously coordinate the order of the songs with the mileage planned on running. My mind always gives up faster than my body, so inspirational songs are placed around the point when I know the bargaining will begin.

“Let’s just walk a few minutes, or how about we turn around now and sprint the rest of the way home,” are just a few of the openers my mind will use when my body is in pain and willing to negotiate. So, the music feeds my will-power and drowns out the whiner inside my head. There is no better circle of self-satisfaction than seriously wanting to give up, choosing to run through the pain and finishing what I started. Digging deep within yourself and achieving your set goal can truly change your perception of life; running was only a small part of the goal to get my life back on track, and I was going to take “digging deep” to a whole new level when Hutch took me scuba diving under the pier.

On the way back, I had to turn the music off because I woke this morning with a case of the guilties and wasn’t letting myself move past my flirtation with Kess last night.

Only being widowed six months, I have no business ogling with a stranger. Numerous questions need to be answered about Jack’s death, the contents of the lockbox, Jamie’s behavior and what I hope to accomplish in St. Croix. This is not a vacation.

On the other hand, I am widowed and haven’t even thought about another man besides Jack in six months. I’m just enjoying the view. I’m not going to marry the guy, I’ve only known him one day. I’ve been through a hell of a lot already, and from where I’m standing, can’t even see the other side.

Yet, maybe I am allowed to enjoy a tiny morsel of paradise.

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