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Underground eXperts United
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[ Running ] [ By Phearless ]
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Running
Running, running. A quick look over my shoulder confirms that they are
still catching in on me. Oh God how did I get myself into this? It feels
like I've been running forever. My lungs are about to explode, my heart
sounds more and more like the wings of a hummingbird. My ears hurt, my
feet burn but my numb legs just keep on running, running. A soft breeze
cools off my skin, but only for a second. The moist air and the hot sun
make my sweat boil again. Every breath tear up my throat and my tongue
feels like a dried out fish. My vision blurs each time my feet hit the
hard concrete and I am desperately searching for a reason to just stop.
I'm too deep in pain to start thinking now. The invisible hand in my back
just keeps on pushing me. Right now I don't think I'll ever stop, though
what's left of my common sense tells me "just wait and see, friend."
I love to run, but I think it's becoming more than just a part of my
lifestyle. It is becoming me. I'm not sure how many more marathons I
will compete in, just that it'll be one more after this one. Running
makes me feel invincible and powerful. When I'm not, I feel vulnerable
and powerless.
Sometimes I get really depressed and cry when I realize that my running
is only doing myself any good, not anyone else. I feel useless.
After some time I forget my crying and pick up running again, but the
thoughts are more or less always present. I've however become an expert
when it comes to rejecting them.
Running, running.
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