Running

I think it is time for a run. No, not that kind of run. The kind of run where you are being chased.

Can you imagine the effort someone puts into chasing you? The way they follow your every move, trying to pick just the right moment to let you know they are there, coming for you.

Do you try to get away? Do you try to make a run for it even though all the running you want to do is in their direction?

But you know it’s a game, so you run. You hide. You dodge obstacles and try not to trip. You remember not to run in a straight path. You weave in and out and do what you can to make it hard.

You don’t want to be someone who is not a challenge or worthy of the chase.

But you do want to get caught. You want them to feel the victory of grasping you, forcefully taking you.

Because in their victory, you get yours too.