Post by Randi on Aug 6, 2005 19:40:14 GMT -5
Randi laced up her black and white Etnies, tugged her green, baggy basketball shorts down around her hips, and smoothed out her white spaghetti strap top. After ten minutes of stretching, Randi began her jog around the track. It wasn't long before her lungs were burning, her face was raw adn sweaty, and legs felt like toothpicks, bending near to a snap.
She pushed harder, until her running slowed and she was going nowhere, running in place. Randi's legs wobbled and suddenly she felt the ashplat under her palms as she caught herself on her knees.
Gasping for breath Randi pulled herself to the wall of the trackroom. She reached in her purse nearby and pawed for her inhaler. Placing it between her lips, she pressed the can and regained her breath.
Randi angerily threw inhaler to the ground, and watched it skid across the track. Propping her knees against her chest she sat against the wall, her arms crossed over her knees.
She pushed harder, until her running slowed and she was going nowhere, running in place. Randi's legs wobbled and suddenly she felt the ashplat under her palms as she caught herself on her knees.
Gasping for breath Randi pulled herself to the wall of the trackroom. She reached in her purse nearby and pawed for her inhaler. Placing it between her lips, she pressed the can and regained her breath.
Randi angerily threw inhaler to the ground, and watched it skid across the track. Propping her knees against her chest she sat against the wall, her arms crossed over her knees.
