I remember gym class back in 7th grade. We would get into a circle and do stretches. There must have been 40 of us girls and the guys were across the gym doing the same thing. Maybe they thought we'd distract each other.. I still remember how cute Mark was... sigh.. :)
We'd stretch our whole bodies out and man did it feel great! After we were done stretching came running around the whole gym for 3 whole minutes. So many groans and complaints but not from me. Oh no.. I went into my head and would secretly pretend I was a racehorse prepping for a big race. I became light on my feet and totally aware of my body, waiting for Ms. Evans to blow the whistle.. the starting bell.
Oh how I flew! I went towards the front of the mob and held myself back, even though I was chomping at the bit and pulling on my rider. We made several laps and then Ms. Evans sounded my release...
I exploded forward passing everyone ahead of me and lapping others. As I passed by my exhausted classmates their eyes followed me with disbelief!
"Holy crap!" they'd say as I passed them with ease. I ran my heart out that last thirty seconds and always won my race. I pranced to a finish, alive in my glory that was my desire to move my body.
I was a runner.