Ready, Set, Run
When it came to sports, everyone took different paths. Some people chose football because they liked the strategy and were built for it, some people chose basketball because of how fast paced it was. Some of them enjoyed MMA because of the rush of adrenaline it gave you. Ice Skaters enjoyed ice skating because of how artistic it was, archers enjoyed archery because of the skill it took. And of course there were those that didn’t enjoy sports at all, who preferred to write, or sing, or paint, or do math. Everyone was inclined to do their own thing, play there own games. And then there was Calliope. Calliope enjoyed running, she enjoyed the feeling of wind streaming past her face as she raced down the path. She enjoyed hurdles, leaping over them with grace and ease.
Yes, Callie never felt better than when she was running. It felt like she was leaving all of her troubles behind her in the dust as she sprinted down the track.Calliope had thought of joining the track and field club but she was still undecided about it. She figured that she would sign up for it at the start of the next semester, which was rapidly approaching. She had the good fortune of joining right at the end of the first semester, and was given much of a break in the majority of her classes because of this. The real work would start after winter break, but she had some leisure time until then. And where was she spending her time? On the schools track, late in the evening. It was nearly empty, except for a few kids sitting on the stands set up next to the track. It was your standard 400 meter track, nothing too serious. Run it four times and you’ve run a mile, eight times and you've run two. Calliope could easily run ten miles around this track, which would be half the length of your average marathon. Calliope took off her jacket, leaving her in a simple white tanktop, and set up in lane one. She got into position, her feet pressed hard into the blocks she had brought herself. Her hips slowly rose above her shoulders, and she focused on the track ahead of her. Calliope held her breath, and began to count in her head. ‘один... два... три...’ In the blink of an eye, Calliope took off. She started in a full sprint, speeding down the track. She could barely feel the chill of the winter air as she made her way around the first bend, her body staying warm from the exercise she was getting. She made one lap around the track easily, making a small jump over the starting blocks that she had not moved. This would be a peace of cake, and to someone who wasn’t running with her, Calliope probably looked crazy being out in this weather without a coat or anything.