blog for Nov 26 WHERE IS MIRIAM RACING?

The familiar landmarks streaked by as I raced like a runner in the pentathlon. I sprinted into the teeth of the sea breeze, its grit parching the inside of my mouth, my tunic whipping about my ankles, my hair splayed in all directions. I pleaded with myself to slow down, but my legs had their own idea.

I was propelled by raw rage, my fists clenched, my arms pumping, my heart hammering, my mind whirling, my body awash in a cold sweat despite the molten sun burning through my tunic. . . . After a stumble and a spill—the ribbon lacing one of my sandals had snapped—I scrambled to my feet, brushed off the dust, and tossed my shoes. Still my run was hardly slower now as my feet felt the sting of every nettle, the edge of every stone, the scratch of every briar, the prick of every splinter, and the puncture of every thorn as they pounded against the scorching sand and the razor-sharp spikes of dry, yellow grass. My head throbbing, my chest heaving, my stomach twisting, my lungs screaming, my throat constricted, my legs thick, my feet bleeding, I panted all the while repeating to myself that I had nothing to be afraid of. Nothing. 

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