the threads in her head

Run with all your might, your strength, your heart, your will. Legs stretch out, head tucked down. Feel that blood rushing, feel your heart beating, JUMP!

Run onto the grass. Get your slopes slippery. Back onto the main track; run with the fear of slipping and twisting something. Continue running. Run and warn the others!! “He’s coming, he’s coming. RUNN”

Run and make a sudden turn onto the road. Crouch down behind the bushes. Pant. Hear the freezer scream out. Hear the pattering of feet. Hear the shrieks, hear the laugher.

Peek from behind the bushes. See no one and run again! No silly, not back there. Take a different route girl. Run through the blocks. See no one and dash out. Run AGAIN!

Put your hands on your knee while you rest for a while. Jog a little on the spot. Get SIGHTED! RUN RUN RUN!

Dodge and run. Avoid the grass because of the fear of slipping. Uh oh, seriously inconvenient. DODGE!

Run down and get caught. Laugh. Scream for help? Nah. I’ve damaged my throat enough. Chair nearby, let’s go lie down!

Close your eyes and hear the beating of your heart. Thump thump thump. Breathe.

I have never been goal-orientated and thus never buck up motivation to go run for practice.

But today running was good... even though I performed badly.