Alyson

When you’re halfway around the track, that’s when it feels the worst, the farthest away. In reality, you could just cut through the field and make it to the end, but even that seems immense. Stranded. Running around one of those oval-shaped pills. The middle is the thickest and therefore the hardest to cut through. But if you get it clean, no powder, no struggle. But then why were you doing it in the first place? Told to “look forward,” but when forward is the extending arm of a track lane and no longer what you had been pleading for at the end…I forget why I’m running. I used to stop but I don’t anymore. Reason One. ♦