A running matter

Three people stand around, one camera and two watches. Watches watch running, a video records, lungs coordinate lunging legs. Two laps, four curves and one straight away that really matters. Matt leads down that straight, guiding me to the finish. Stepping into the second lane, acid assaults my anatomy as I lumber on. Coordination is fumbling with limbs heavy from today’s passion. I don’t care, not about the shitty feeling in my body, not about the fact that I will be retching from the effort afterwards and not about giving up. None of that matters. I care about the finish and so I do in 1:58.4. It was a good day to PR.