Run, McKenzie, run

I am racing Jeff down a street. He runs on the sidewalk across the street from me. I jump into the road and run down the center yellow line. Cars whiz past but I don’t notice or fear them. I am taking giant, super-human strides, it feels like I am flying I am running so swift and light. But Jeff is always right there even with me. The road is now deserted of traffic and runs downhill and winds around. The road narrows and runs through a small town. It reminds me of Old Shelbyville Road in Louisville. I realize I don’t know where we are racing to and look around trying to recognize something. We approach a subdivision and pass a row of houses. I see Jeff slightly ahead turning into the subdivision. I cut through a field before the turn and catch up to Jeff as we run down a hill in the field around a house. I wonder if we are racing to the house on the hill over the river.