She was running, running from all the bad things in life, because when she runs they all disappear. It may only be for a few seconds, but when it happens it feels like an eternity. All the colors of life blur together into one useless picture. She can only focus on breathing and moving forward. It may only be a moment, but she is in her own little world. In that moment she goes faster than anyone though she could before. Her anger, pushes her forward, pushes her towards the finish line. Fueling her legs with a burning passion that goes beyond her bodies’ limits. Her head feels lighter, black spots fill her vision, but she keeps running. At the last second, when she is sure that she is going to faint, she crosses the glowing line. Reality forces her back down into her pitiful body.