A warm early spring morning on a quiet country road following the banks of a meandering river with the sun shimmering on the surface. The only sounds are my footfalls on the pavement and the singing of birds who watch my progress from electric wires above. The sun is over my right shoulder. I can feel its warmth on my back. I love to run. I feel vibrant and alive when I'm out on mornings like this, enjoying the blue sky overhead and the fragrant smells of budding trees and flowers. I love to push myself to the limits of endurance and speed. When I tire, to distract myself I daydream of one day running in the Olympics.
A warm early spring morning on a quiet country road following the banks of a meandering river with the sun shimmering on the surface. The only sounds are my footfalls on the pavement and the singing of birds who watch my progress from electric wires above. The sun is over my right shoulder. I can feel its warmth on my back. I love to run. I feel vibrant and alive when I'm out on mornings like this, enjoying the blue sky overhead and the fragrant smells of budding trees and flowers. I love to push myself to the limits of endurance and speed. When I tire, to distract myself I daydream of one day running in the Olympics.
