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I am writing a story and I just wrote this out of the blue today. I would like to know what you guys think about it and what I should change or keep the same. Negative feedback is just as welcome as positive feedback! Thanks for your help:)
My feet pounded below me, pushing me closer and closer to my goal; my arms pumped vigorously at my sides. The trees flew by me at what appeared to be record speeds. Random rocks in my path didn't stop me; they barely even messed up my perfect rhythm. Every stride made the distance between me and the finish line smaller. Sometimes I felt like I could fly when I was running this fast.
As my goal neared, my speed increased. My whole life revolved around my philosophy of working harder than ever before when you near your goal. I liked to crash into the bliss of achievement instead of ease into it. Sure, it's fun to slack. I can't say I've never slacked, because that wouldn't be true, but I can say that I don't like slacking nearly as much as knowing I've done my best at whatever I happen to be doing.
It took my participation in Cross Country and Track for me to realize it though. I used to be your typical teenage girl; neglecting my homework until the last minute, buying anything I thought was cute, and texting my friends every damn second of the day. Yeah, I cuss. Hope you don't mind because this is my story and I'm going to tell it the way I want to.
Anyway, after my first season of Cross Country, or CC as I like to call it, I became addicted to the rush of speed. I ran everyday for miles on end, I still do. A day without running is like a day without oxygen for me. Not possible. After my first race, which I got third in to everyone's surprise, I couldn't get enough.
The trees... the wind... the feeling of content. Running was my drug. Every day I took a different path; I liked to mix it up a bit. Taking the same route every time would make it a routine and not a joy. I would see the same thing every day and I really didn't want to do that. I knew that after a while I would feel like I was running on a treadmill and not in the forest. Really, what's the point of running outside, where everything is beautiful, if you weren't going to discover anything new?
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