That girl

Do you know that girl who you often see running? You know the one I’m talking about. She’s the one who seems to effortlessly glide down the street. The one that everyone notices, even stops what they are doing just to watch her pass. Do you know who I’m talking about?

Well, today, that girl was me! It was awesome.

I expected to be sore after the race and figured that I might struggle a bit during my easy 4-5 mile run. I laced up my shoes, pulled up my hair, slipped in my earphones, and I was off.

The day was glorious. A nice breeze was blowing gently: atypical for the normally blustery area surrounding my work. The sun shone just enough to light up my face with a huge smile but not so much that I was hot.

I quickly noticed something odd about my run. It wasn’t that I was particularly fast. I was simply gliding, effortlessly, as if I was light as a feather. As I ran along, I noticed people looking on with admiration. I smiled and waved in usual fashion.

Later, when a male runner started gaining on me, I continued at my fun pace and let him chase me for a while. I waited for the pass but it never happened and ran on enjoying being that girl.