Your boots slam against the dry ground. The grasses and brambles whip against you. Something catches your pant leg, Tears it open. You pump your arms, how long has it been since you had to run? chasing goats? Your head is full of tight breath. Leaning forward, trying to focus, trying to lose yourself in it. You used to bike long distances, it's kind of like that. just keep moving your body, until it becomes normal. your ankles are hurting your chest is tight you've got that thing where your gut is sharp and cramping you gasp at the night air close your eyes for a second keep going... the tracks can't be that far, you hadn't gone that far the ground dips and you speed up, leaning in legs reactive, crunch, leap, stone and back up the other dip and down again this is kind of fun... for the next dip you really go for it, full on sprinting and launch up the next incline, boots digging in, deliberate. and from here, that's the tracks! and to your right there, the dark opening of an underpass you gun it, fists tight you reach out a hand as you approach and slam into the concrete wall, bouncing off it, giddy.