Posted to the wrong blog again. Whoops.
I have become a schizophrenic. I run when the voice in my head tells me to run; I stop when it tells me to walk.
“Start running now.”
The voice is a mechanical female–who sounds suspiciously like the GPS app with which I get into regular battles–the narrator from the RunDouble app (yes, it’s probably the same voice). I kick into a higher pace, and look down the track, trying to spot the bench I estimate I will pass, marking the of this interval.
I’m usually wrong; the estimate is short by several feet.
Between tracks on the album selected for my run, I hear the crunch of gravelly footfalls behind me. I keep looking over my shoulder, trying to figure out who’s following me, and whether I need to shift over to let a more experienced–i.e., faster–runner zip past me.
There’s no one behind me. I’m hearing my own…
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