Run Wild

This is the tale of a girl. She is unschooled and a runner. Though running has become more than a hobby for her, more than a passion. For her, running is life.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Leafy mosaics

Torn and tattered leaves littered the asphalt in nature’s reminder of the nor’easter that had been just yesterday.

Two runners jogged down the sidewalks, laughing, paying no mind to the beautiful black and green mosaic upon the wet ground.

One recovering from a distance run earlier that week, the other recovering from her tempo run the previous day.

Eventually, the two split off and hugged each other goodbye. The tempo-runner grinned as she jogged home, soaking in the sights around her. And before she knew it, she was home as well. She beeped her time to a stop at 51:28. She thought for a moment. Perhaps they had been going ten-minute pace? That would make the distance about 5.1.

But that didn’t matter as much. They had had fun. The two were running buddies and good friends even in the world beyond running. They got together to go for a run whenever their schedules permitted, jogging off to wherever, and suddenly realizing that they were done.

Until next time!

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