FOOTSTEPS

Some friends of mine have been taking time to get together and write. It's something of a nerdy literary game night, but there's vodka and wine so it, at least, seems cool. There's an implied circle of trust there that allows us to express a certain amount of vulnerability when we write and share our pieces. We use word and visual prompts, along with a number of other tools to make the game more interesting and work our brains just a little bit more than your average writing prompt. Last night one of the final prompts of the night was a Timed 2 Minute piece using the word prompt "footsteps".

Since I so often post about my journey as a runner, I thought this might be an appropriate place to share one of my blurbs from our Writing With Friends Wednesday (we're working on the name). And so, without further needless rambling, I present to you: 

Footsteps.

 

The cadence is soft. Or sometimes loud when she's tired. Or lazy. The sun comes up. She gets lost in her stride. Lost in her gait. Lost in thought or the absence of it. The air gets warm. She breaks a sweat. She's lost in being drenched. In feeling strong. As her footsteps pound the pavement.

Well, now that it's written out, it seem so insignificant. I promise, two minutes is not as long as you think! Either way, it's true and it speaks to my heart. It definitely motivated me through four miles this morning. Just me and the sound of my feet!