Life has always been pretty simple for me. Ever since I was 6, I've been running effortlessly under the warm, glowing sunshine of high-noon. My routine was bland, wake up, feed the dog, feed the cats, feed the cows, feed the donkeys, feed the chickens, and, well, you get the point.
After feeding and grooming our countless animals, it was noon, and the sun was high overhead, radiating, and burning my fragile skin to a crisp.
This is when I began running.
I didn't have a reason to run, and, nobody told me to. I just did. It was almost an instinct, a desire, or possibly a dream. It felt so natural running through fields of dry wheat, beads of sweat rolling down my forehead, and the warm, hazy breeze blowing my hair back.
Soon, the warm,sunny day stretched into the dark and seemingly endless night, which was my only indication that I should stop. Now, I didn't run for nine hours straight, I ran from place to place, and I most likely only ran for three hours straight, with six hours of errands.
Everyone in our small town of Summer Bay knows me, and I know everyone by heart. It's a part of my routine, "hey Janice!" and "how are you Ms.Pennbrooke?" And of course, "oh Ella, I didn't see you there!"
The same people, all day, everyday, ALL SUMMER.
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General FictionRun, whenever, and wherever. Don't pay attention to anything or anyone. Feel free. Feel the breeze on your face, and let your mind wander. It's just you and your two feet landing upon the ground.
