How Not To Run In A Race
By bitingmylip
Run full tilt, like a child would.
Not upright, not jogging, not breathing steadily and calmly, not pacing yourself – but full on, lose-your-breath, gasp for air, arms wide, legs akimbo, no direction, running.
Run as if you are racing your shadow.
Run as if you can escape all the small, mundane details of life, as if you can outrun your thoughts.
Run in a line, run in a circle, run straight, run crooked, run across fields, run past people, run there and run back.
Run into something, head first, no thought of consequences.
Run away from something, not thinking about what you are leaving behind, not dwelling on anything past.
Abandon decorum, pelting it across a field, stepping in mud and snapping twigs and not caring, eyes wide open, mouth agape, laughter snatched by the wind.
Leap hedges, scramble over fences, stumbling and tripping and pulling yourself back up with knees bloodied and muddied and ornamented with blades of grass.
No looking back, eyes ahead, keep going, throat sore, breath rasping, sweat dripping, uninhibited, unrestrained, no finish line, no trophy, no number pinned to your back.
Joyous, panting, flushed, head first, blood pumping, heart racing, gasping gasping gasping, running till your feet give out, exhausted, collapsing, grinning.
Run.
Run full tilt, like a child would.
Not upright, not jogging, not breathing steadily and calmly, not pacing yourself – but full on, lose-your-breath, gasp for air, arms wide, legs akimbo, no direction, running.
Run as if you are racing your shadow.
Run as if you can escape all the small, mundane details of life, as if you can outrun your thoughts.
Run in a line, run in a circle, run straight, run crooked, run across fields, run past people, run there and run back.
Run into something, head first, no thought of consequences.
Run away from something, not thinking about what you are leaving behind, not dwelling on anything past.
Abandon decorum, pelting it across a field, stepping in mud and snapping twigs and not caring, eyes wide open, mouth agape, laughter snatched by the wind.
Leap hedges, scramble over fences, stumbling and tripping and pulling yourself back up with knees bloodied and muddied and ornamented with blades of grass.
No looking back, eyes ahead, keep going, throat sore, breath rasping, sweat dripping, uninhibited, unrestrained, no finish line, no trophy, no number pinned to your back.
Joyous, panting, flushed, head first, blood pumping, heart racing, gasping gasping gasping, running till your feet give out, exhausted, collapsing, grinning.
Run.
posted by bitingmylip at 2:02 AM
2 Comments:
I'm exhausted just reading about all that running. I think I need to sit down.
Oh wait. I am sitting down.
It is true you captured that breathless energy. I especially liked these two paragraphs:
Abandon decorum, pelting it across a field, stepping in mud and snapping twigs and not caring, eyes wide open, mouth agape, laughter snatched by the wind.
Leap hedges, scramble over fences, stumbling and tripping and pulling yourself back up with knees bloodied and muddied and ornamented with blades of grass.
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