Run Away

What Is The Outcome?

That night I wake up sweating. I'm scared. I close my eyes waiting for sleep to drag me down into it's prison. But it doesn't come. I lie awake. One o'clock , two o'clock, three, four. The hours tick by. I'm angry with myself. I'll be tired for... Then it hits me, training, GB. That might just as well be a fairy tale to me now.

The next morning, I don't hurry out of bed like I normally do. My mum actually has to come and wake me up. I trudge down the stairs not hungry in the slightest. She tries to hurry me along, but what's the point?

By the time I get to the GB squad training centre I'm half an hour late. Keith looks understanding and pulls me into his office for a chat. "Heard the outcome." He told me. I had guessed that, no, I am not good at guessing I heard mum talk to him on the phone.

  I look down, not wanting to meet eye contact. "So are you still running?" He asked shiftily. I hadn't told anyone this yet. I stare at the linoleum tiles covering the dingy office.
"I ...Um...I think I'll carry on, Well if you'll take me that is." His smile broadens. I breathe a sigh of relief.

I was sat back in the bleachers. The rest of the "crew" as Keith called us, were stretching getting warmed up for the afternoon session. Compared to me... Sat in the dreary, in need of paint, bleachers trying to strap these fiddly little injury tape stickers onto my slim thighs. The doctor heard about my running and told me all these cures that would help. There's a lot of commotion down on the track. I look down interested. I am SHOCKED.  The hottest chick I have ever seen is down there caked in make-up. What on earth was she doing here? We were ushered down. I stood near the back still ferociously battling with the straps. " This" said Keith. "Is your new teammate Kaley." There's a rippled gasp.