I could barely feel my toes at the beginning. So cold.
I scanned the crowd and saw so many others with the “right” running clothes.
I was ONE of them.
I heard the horn and my legs went. And went. I could feel my heart beating in my chest. Alive.
I breathed the cold air. In. Out. In. Out. I saw the white air in front of me as I went.
People passed me. I passed people.
I looked down and remembered they were MY feet. They were my legs. My muscles. My goals.
I heard the familiar songs in my ears that kept me going. That made me go faster.
I made it my race and only mine.
I turned the corner and my eyes focused on it. “FINISH”
My brain said, “go faster” so I did.
My shoe hit the other side of the line and there were strangers everywhere.
My race was done.
Faster than I’d hoped.
It was a REALLY good run.
It was my best run yet.
It was mine.