Wednesday, April 29, 2009
I ran today and remembered the athelete that I was
I remembered running on the balls of my feet so as not to waste time with heel to toe motion.
Leaping over bodies on the ground to throw myself in front of a ball,
and the feel of striking the sweet spot with my laces.
Catching breakaways, fighting for headers in the air, my mom's yell before each goal kick.
Walking like a fighter.
Playing for my Dad.
Double sessions and interval training on hot black pavement hills.
Sharing a loss.
Long evening bus rides when secrets came out.
Double overtime wins and falling in love with my entire team.
Maybe she kept running while I got winded and stopped.
Can I catch up to her though?
Can I catch her?
Smile hello, at least, when she laps me?