75% of communication is body language.
On her heels youre bellowing like a furnace and by all means this is a demand for her to back down but
she looks back at you, propulsion system sputtering and feet unclear of the navigation and there is
flint in her eyes that tells you quite simply, no.
And then the contest begins.
In true reality, there is nothing attractive about this no
Chariots of Fire, no
inspiration rock or heavy-metal thrashing to
keep the feet pushing, distract the body when it just wants to collapse,
curl up in a corner in sleep.
Runners always are in pain,
eyes narrowed and
faces contorted into comical masks at the carnival.
They curse and trip over branches, forcing themselves to move though they dont want to.
There is nothing beautiful about this showdown, the heavy drumming of shoes beating at the grass and soft dirt and the legs straining and the
animal-like snarl, the teeth bared.
There is nothing gorgeous about thi