Eye on the prize

I don't know what it is about running that makes me feel free. It is not competitive. It's free from that.

I feel things that I'd like to try and put into words.

My heart races within me, fighting to beat through my chest. Beads drip down my neck. My eyes blinded by my own sweat. I feel free of pain. Free of worries.

Further down, miles away, I feel some discomfort, pain echoes through me. Pain.. in my sides soon turns into numbing . The numb feeling goes away. My mind ignores it.

My feet ... are they mine? I see my knee caps, one after another. My feet, a blurr. I don't know how fast I'm moving but I feel like I'm flying.

My head, arms and legs moving in sync to the beat of the song in my iPod. "Turn it up" Chamillionare

My arms move with full force, one after another, propelling me forward. Pulling myself forward, faster, harder. I'm growing stronger.

I can see it, I've got my eyes on the prize.

Miles go by and I'm still alive.

The sun beams, burning the nape of my neck, my arms, my chest, my ankles. My sunglasses, shielding my eyes from the rays. Shielding bugs from my eyes.

Miles pass by..

My heart races faster, it's not finished but I am for now... I breathe, focusing on my pace, talking my heart back down...

I see the prize.....Telly