running

I am ordinary. I am non-athletic. I am scatter-brained. I am klutzy.

But it beckons me.
Each step, an end, an achievement, a furthering.

It taunts me.
You made it this far last time... how'd you like to go just a bit further?

It is mysterious to me.
Am I full of the power that will push me forward when I want to stop? Let me find out.

It opens my lungs, strengthens my muscles.
The wind is in my body, a rush and letting go. The speed is in my legs, torn, and rebuilt stronger.

It is for myself, and only for myself.
There will always be someone faster. There will always be someone slower.

I am fast. I am strong. I am capable.