Hobby Craft

Adrenaline coursed through my veins with layers of sweat covering my face running down to my nape as I kept my breathing steady, I did push myself harder and faster moving my limbs running on a treadmill. Forty minutes had passed but I was still running like I was chased by an unknown monster ready to grab my hair. I've noticed the old man curiously looking at me on when would I ever stop running. If I could see the bubble thought on his head, he must have wondered if I was a damsel in distress. My mind was frantic... Read More