Run Forest! Run!

The hot moist wind was running past me as I jogged along side my mom in the beautiful summer afternoon.

We were jogging in our neighborhood where I have pretty much lived my whole life ever since I was ten months old. This place is my home and my heart. I have had so many memories here that when it is time to go on vacation to the states for the summer it is a nightmare for me to leave the paradise I live in. I always know that I will come back to my house with a warm beating feeling in my chest.

I was jogging a bit faster because I have a faster pace than her. But this time I wanted to run with my mom. She was the one who inspired me to go out today and jog.

We passed the houses that are getting built around us, the tennis courts where a lot of people from school go (where I used to play and have great times with my best friends), the main road to leave the neighborhood, and we kept going through the nice exotic, peaceful, soothing neighborhood.

We kept jogging, and I was starting to run. I was going faster and faster into my pace leaving my mom behind.

"Yeah go ahead! I'll meet up with you at the tennis courts!" my mom yelled at me from not a great distance, but enough of a distance that she had to raise her voice to let me know that she will be fine jogging behind. I think she knew I was not going to be able to stand to stay with her behind.

"Okay! See you there!" I yelled back to her still looking forward getting side tracked from my breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth.

I was flying through the little street. I covered the turn to the other street that makes this part of the neighborhood a circle. I ran and ran and ran, looking towards the end of the street, thinking when will I end up at the other side? When will this be over?

I was thinking I was in a long distance running race by myself coming to the end and thinking everyone was looking at me from the inside of their homes.

I turned again and ran back to the street I started at. I was running down the street and turned to the street I started again. I ran and ran harder and harder pushing myself more and more and I finally got to the end of the road and stopped breathless.

I turn to look back at the one other person was in the relay race with me. My mom was jogging as fast as she could and ended up making it to the finish line.