Slow and Fast

Why is it that the first two miles go so slow? I drag myself around the track, step by step by step, and the end doesn't seem to get any nearer. Each lap is an eternity. One. Two. Sometimes I lose count. Two. Three.

And why is it that the last two miles always go so fast? With a shadow from the mostly-full moon overhead. By myself in lane 3. Around the far corner where the track comes close the edge of the woods. The last two laps are done before I've even had a chance to lose count.

Sitting steaming in the cold night air. Stretching at the end of the straightaway. Watching a bunch of guys play soccer in a partially lit field. Thinking it is time to go home.

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