I am running, running, running. I am running just for fun. Through the grass and through the gravel, running faster, see me travel, past the people staring, staring. They are thinking something's wrong. I'm not looking. I'm not caring. I'm just running hard and long.

Now my feet are pounding pavement. Now my heart is pounding too. I can feel the sidewalk searing through the bottom of my shoe. How the wind is whipping past me. How the trees are whizzing by. Rushing rivers run forever. Maybe I can if I try.

By Marci ridlon