Writing comp 2- Running

11Sep09

Running, I’m out running on a cool summer morning. My dad has been bugging me to go out and run for weeks now but this morning I go out because I want to. I might not even tell him that I did. Most of the time I don’t like to run but this particular morning my legs need to break free. I begin slow with in a brisk rhythm. All alone the sun shines on my back. After a short time I am so focused, my mind is somewhere else as I just go. I run by trees and houses but all I hear is my sneakers on the pavement. My face begins to burn but in a warm familiar way. I start to get tired but I must finish it out. My house is close, just a few more minutes. Faster and Faster, just to get there. I collapse on my front lawn. A cold glass of water washes down my throat.