My Longest Run
Whoa! Mamma Mia!
Music blasts in my ears. The seven and a half kays are up, but I may as well keep running to the school.
I did it! It’s the longest I’ve ever run, but I can keep going. I can make fifty minutes. I’m almost there.
Here we go again!
Legs pump. Hip’s a bit uncomfy, but I can keep going. There’s my fifty minutes! I can slow. Slow down…walk it off.
Nah, let’s make the eight kays. Two hundred metres to go. I can do it. It’s just around the corner.
My my, how can I resist you?
I’m not sweating. Not dying. It’s a cool, beautiful morning in the park. There’s no one around.
I’m almost there. Ah, stupid phone! Just stay open!
I open the app…
Eight kilometers! Yes! Oh, eight point one! Ha! Okay. Now I can slow down. Let’s walk it off. Breathe. Go home and get on the tready. Warm down.
The ten kilometre run next week will be a breeze.
Maybe I should do this every Sunday?
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