Nothing new. All the same road. The sun has not yet risen, but I already know how it will be today. Wet asphalt, empty asphalt. I like to run nowhere, but it's worth turning on the player and the target is slapped in my head. I need to run as fast as possible on the most sophisticated route this time.
The more often the rhythm, the faster I start to move. Eyes are looking for a new route at the subconscious level and now I'm ducking my head dodging the branches that are hanging over me. Smiling to myself, I kind of put a plus for a well-executed trick. I wish I had run along the road. Wet leaves slip under my feet, but that I can, I can only escape. Here it is a steep climb. Why not. Looking at the top, I see a black box in which lies a crumpled sheet of paper with further instructions. Stopping at the top, I breath, I look around, I'm not left with the thought that someone is watching me. So I want to go back to the warmer bed. But this bloody rhythm, in my head, which is so successfully picked up by the melody in the headphones does not let me stop. As an overseer, with a whip that just about to hit you and if you do not continue to run your game will end here and now.
Breathing with every step becomes harder. Again these branches, it's time to fold. Another couple of seconds to look around. Bloody rhythm. I run like I was given a good kick. For me, no one is chasing, but every time catching myself on this thought, I look around.
Asphalt. A familiar, straight road. Why not run another mile in the direction of the house in a straight line. As if resisting my own will, I again find myself on the grass. On very wet grass. The pulse is stronger and the frozen air that dissects my sweating body, the only thing that can cool me at this moment.
What can you smile here. I turn left and without slowing down I run out to the creek, running through it, I remember that I have a target for today, and I have to do everything to get to it before the rest. The landscape changing before the eyes almost merged into one continuous green line. This is an excitement that can not be confused with anything.
Here it is a target that can already be felt. I stop at the fork. Around the forest and only these two roads suddenly confused me all plans. But now I'm a super-agent and for some reason I know for sure that my target is on my left. I'm running again. My shirt is wet, my hair and I are slightly crushed. But I'm alone here and I care only about my target. Road again. I run out onto it as a winner, without running out of pace I'm running straight. Sneakers lightly touch the asphalt. The body from the last forces breaks through the air, and I already see my target. The breath has irrevocably left me, and I almost choke. This inexorable rhythm pushes me forward and the music does not end. I'm stubbornly running. The sun has already risen, emphasizing my target and then it starts to rain. My speed melts as my body cools.
I stop. From the body there is steam. I lift my face to the sky and at that moment the rain explodes with a shower. In a second I'm still standing in the middle of the road, with my legs thrown back up ready. I'm smiling. Today my target is here.
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