# Energy Source

I twist and pull each muscle, fat, and bone to give me what they hold. Swooshing forward at a champion's speed the periphery blurs as I focus on the singular point ahead. A tree (why is it withered?), the top of the hill (what if I trip in my sprint uphill?), a broken bottle (who'd leave shards lying around?). I repeat to myself "five-five-five-one-five" - the cheat code to forget the pain, the aches of the slowly aging body. Even when my struggle turns to pleasure I can tell the legs are starting to protest, while my shoulders had already formed a mind of their own. Stop! It is time to stop. Recover and do over tomorrow a little better.
