Six miles, I tell myself. Only four to go. One plus one plus one plus one.
It feels a little fuzzy in my head. Like I’ve got the wrong number of ones. Like I’m so fatigued that I can’t even count to four.
One plus one plus one plus…
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
It’s also the Starting Line
No one has ever asked me this so directly before. Either people like running or they don’t. Either people get it or they don’t. And if they don’t, they just think people who like it are crazy.
Which is okay.
That makes us even.
…
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
I’d Never Counted Steps in My Life
People don’t understand why we run. It seems so mindless to them. All you do is go around and around the track.
That’s the funny thing about running. The deceptive thing about it. It may seem mindless, but it’s really largely mental. If…
Monday, January 26, 2015
Merry-Go-Round Keeps Moving
It hurts to realize how unnecessary I am. From what little I’ve let Fiona tell me, school life seems the same as always. Track meets happen. The same flitty people are still flitting about. The same teachers are keeping to their same routines.…
Sunday, January 25, 2015
I’m Stronger Than Pain
I HAVE THE DREAM AGAIN:
Dawn is breaking.
Sherlock’s whole body is wagging as he dances in a circle by the front door.
We ease out of the house, then bound down the porch steps, turning right when we hit the street to head toward…
Rigor Mortis Bend
RIGOR MORTIS BEND.
It’s a place in the 400-meter race where every cell of your body locks up.
Your lungs ache for air.
Your quads turn to cement.
Your arms pump desperately, but they’re stiff and feel like lead.
Rigor Mortis Bend…
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