Prompt writing with Copper: Run Like A Girl.
The trail beneath her rose to greet each foot. She felt the forest around her pulsing with slow breaths, her own rapid breaths a staccato ragtime to its earthy exhalations.
She let the breeze dance over her skin, carrying away the fatigue and heat. A mile marker came into view around the bend with its faded numbers and splintered top. Two more miles to go before breakfast.
She thought of Allen's scoffing face when she had told him she'd beat him in the upcoming competition.
"You run like a girl," he'd scorned. "No way will you beat me."
With a smirk she picked up the pace. Oh but she did indeed run like a girl. A very fast girl with a lot of records to her name. He would eat his words with a healthy side of defeat.