Thar' Be Runner In This Blood
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Get ready, go! The runners start running, pure determination in their eyes. Among them is me. All of us, running with a fury, and a fire inside. My chest pumping, legs reaching, arms grabbing...grabbing for the finish. Number 23 on a paper around my neck. Sweat dropping, air flowing, eyes squinting. Hair blowing, feet flying across the ground...crossing that finish line. My dream came true.
Then I woke up.
There is a fire inside that burns, fuels, and screams to be felt and heard. In other words, it is an inspiration, a dream, and a goal waiting inside me to burst out, break out, and crumble these outer walls down. I can see my dream, taste it, feel it, and hear it. It's there within my very grasp...I'm going to have it. I'm going to be the way I way to be. I'm going to feel the way I want to feel. Keep going, keep believing, keep seeing myself already at my goal.
That first paragraph up there...that was my dream last night. I've also dreamed mountain runner dreams, marathon dreams, all kinds of dreams....all of them involving running. Running has been a hunger inside of me since I was a baby. When I was little, running was my favorite thing. I loved running ahead, racing, trotting...anything fast that made me feel like flying. I was tied with the best runner in the school for most of the school years. Myself and this other girl were the fastest, the smartest, had the longest hair. She took the good road, and I took the rocky one. She became a runner like our dream, and I became overweight. Now that's gonna change. I can feel it, see it, and smell it. My dream has always been to run...and that's what I'm gonna do. Period.
No options. No questions. I'm a runner, with runner blood...that's all there is to it. Bring on the sweat, the thrill, the speed. I'm ready to run.