Do you remember running through the hallways as a child? Perhaps in socks or bare feet.
How fast you felt as the walls flashed past.
"No running in the halls!" some authoritarian was sure to yell out.
I would go back there in an instant.
10 year old me. Racing. Flying. Gliding. Sliding. Drifting into corners. Frictioning around bends. Static rising from my feet. Running.
Running just for the sake of running and having ran as a fast as I can.
~ Running As The Ultimate Expression Of Freedom ~