I’m here, sweat dripping down my neck, fresh off a trail run. Words fight to be unleashed. I obey:
At first I’m only aware of the lack of oxygen in my lungs and intense pain in my thighs. I know it always starts this way. I run through it. I watch only three, maybe four feet ahead of me. Have to look for cracks in the Earth, roots, dips. Missing one could be disastrous.
I surge ahead, turn my music up, pushing through the awkwardness of the start. Waiting for my rhythm.
The concentration lures my mind inward. Focuses it. Feet pound off banks and leap gnarled roots. My peripheral turns to a streaky blur. The pain is gone….I’m in the zone.
And that’s when it happens. The metamorphosis is swift.
I’m no longer me. I’m someone else entirely, in her skin, seeing through her eyes. Scenes write themselves, and I know just how she’ll react because at that moment, we share a soul.
My body rips up the trail like a deer, but my mind is far away. In another world. In hers.
If you ever see me out there, on the trail, and you wave hello, pardon if my eyes seem a little glazed, or the glint of recognition is late to sparkle in them.
They’re not mine.
How about you? What gets you in your character’s skin? Music? Solitude? I can’t wait to hear!