Control

We ran at lunch today, and I ran faster than the guys. The air was heavy and humid, the air in the woods a degree or two cooler. My skin plumped up with moisture and my hair frizzed like wire. As I pounded uphill I felt my muscles respond with more strength than before. Downhill on a flurry of loose gravel, I released my mental brake and let 'er rip, sliding with small steps and high knees but in control. It never got away from me. 

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