I love the feeling of running fast. When you can be lost in the moment. Moving your legs and arms as quickly as they can take you. Relaxing your body into the rhythm and the pace. Feeling the coolness of the wind speeding past your cheeks. Your hair fly’s behind you and your face is cold. All you can think about is what you can do to go faster. Your arms glide back and forth and your legs follow stretching out. Your feet gracefully take the weight of your floating body, impacting on the firm surface.
Suddenly, impact is heightened and your muscles tense. The movements are graceful but the surface is hard and the load becomes harder. Tension increases and you continue gracefully left, right, left. BANG! Your foot strikes the surface to take the weight, but not this time. In a split second you feel a sudden thump come from below. Your heel falls away to the ground, leaving your leg behind. This feeling is like nothing else, intense and entirely unbearable for a moment in time. Confusion clouds the rhythmic pace as you plant your left foot. At this speed there is no other option. You have not choice but to take the next stride. Unable to stop your floating foot hits next with no ability to control. Everything collapses beneath you. Your body hits the ground hard, folding on top of itself. Your mind a flurry as the grace eludes you.
15 months on and I still remember like it was yesterday.
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