
A scillinating sun greeted me as I woke up that Sunday morning. My Dad was standing in my room and my alarm clock had set off. Then I remembered, it was time for a run. It was 7:30 and I felt so tired, drained of all energy. But against all odds I stood up. I could see the lack of sympathy my Dad had for me. He was blissful and ready as he would ever be to run up and down the many hills of Gulf Harbour and Army Bay.
Downstairs I stretched my feeble muscles, I was physically ready but definately not mentally pumped to go. 'Lets go Courtney, Good run today, good run', my Dad encouraged me standing in the doorway. I unwillingly walked up the driveway and out onto the main road. Cars sped past making loud noises, spreading fuses into the air, but it still smelt fresh. We started to run I played the route in my mind, steep hill, straight, downhill. This cycle went through many times, i loathed the up hill, could go on forever on the straight and downhill was always a peice of cake.
Starting to run was the worst part, the process of getting all the muscles and joints in the body warmed up. After about ten minutes my muscles and the pace we were going at felt comftorable. A couple hills had been tackled, but still so many more to go. I saw a wine bottle left on the side of the road and told myself until you see that bottle again you are not allowed to stop. This meant running all the way around Gulf Harbour and back up Army bay non-stop. The sun was bright in the sky and I savoured every bit of shade I could get, I was hot enough as it was.
I grew to become very tired, but once I had past thirty minutes I felt as if I could go on forever. Along the way my Dad would ask how I was doing, if I needed a rest or if I wanted to go faster or slower. Every time he would ask out of pure kindness, but my fatigued limbs made me feel aggravated. I could feel a dragon rage within me but I would bite my tounge not to say anything, for there was no reason nor point. My legs told me to stop, take a breather just for a couple seconds, but I kept telling myself its almost over, don't stop, just run.
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