On Flying

Today we had the Freshman Fitness Testing: 2 hours of being measured and counted and timed. I was happy enough - I was in the same group with a bunch of my friends. You can't run the mile with your friends though. You run with yourself.

It was the fourth lap. I rounded the turn, onto the straight leg of the track and onto the last segment of my mile. I had already decided that at a certain point, I would sprint to then end. I hadn't counted on this though.

It wasn't a normal sprint, where you go from awkwardly running slow to awkwardly running fast. This was faster, faster, faster, faster, jumping up and flying.
My arms threw me forward and my feet threw me back. All I could see was the end, everything else was nothing. Everything else was a white mist. If people were cheering, I couldn't hear them. All I could hear was blood pounding in my ears as I soared across the track. And all of a sudden, it was over. I danced back to the ground, and in the mean time, scored myself the best mile time ever.

But I had flown, I had soared, I had wings, I could go on forever. And I would do it again in a heartbeat.

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-Mirikitani