Release
Little nips of cold air bite at my fingertips as I slowly walk my way through the neighborhood. It's past nine in the evening and the outside feels unnaturally cold.
I hug myself and stare at the twinkling stars overhead. Dinner was a forbidden bag of chili and cheese corn chips wolfed down in minutes. I hadn't been to the gym in five days and my body is feeling at odds with itself.
Walk. Walk. Walk. I need to run but sleep had eluded me the night before.
Walk. I place one foot in front of the other. Walk. Suddenly my arms angle in and my body tilts forward slightly. I launch myself onto the cemented hills we have for streets and I'm running.
The cold wind seeps through my thin shirt and I carefully relax my legs, letting them carry me. The shiver running through my back makes me smile. Am I cold? Or am I high?
My footfalls synchronize with my paced breathing. I hear the roar of my blood and my body feels alive.
I hug myself and stare at the twinkling stars overhead. Dinner was a forbidden bag of chili and cheese corn chips wolfed down in minutes. I hadn't been to the gym in five days and my body is feeling at odds with itself.
Walk. Walk. Walk. I need to run but sleep had eluded me the night before.
Walk. I place one foot in front of the other. Walk. Suddenly my arms angle in and my body tilts forward slightly. I launch myself onto the cemented hills we have for streets and I'm running.
The cold wind seeps through my thin shirt and I carefully relax my legs, letting them carry me. The shiver running through my back makes me smile. Am I cold? Or am I high?
My footfalls synchronize with my paced breathing. I hear the roar of my blood and my body feels alive.