Eleven miles in a little over two hours, Lauren counted the hours since she stepped out of her apartment with her left wrist, hovering high enough for her to read the time on her watch - a water bottle in her hand. The small towel hung over her neck was mildly damp, having been used all throughout the hours she spent alternating between jogging and running.
Coated in a thin layer of sweat, her shoulders rose and fell with urgency as she puffed out heavy gusts like eerie howling winds through her mouth. She was attempting to catch her breath, desperate to relieve the sweltering chill wreaking havoc in her lungs and chest. The entire expanse of her skin was agitated, a shroud of hot, minute nips stirring to concoct the delicious high she sought for in the months she hadn't been able to run.
