Short story about being Limitless.
The Limitless Jogger
There Alice stood, at the entrance of her bedroom door, reminiscing before deciding what route she would like to take on her daily jog. It was mid-day, 2:05-PM to be exact. Alice had the option to take the route of which she would go through the woods, or the route of which she would take the sidewalk along the busy street, just 4 miles up the trail from her cabin in the hindered woods. Alice reminisced and foreseen herself back in that hospital room, on that late October night. Alice had been in a very competitive race. Using her robust legs, she ran eight rounds, around the vengeful track. There were many very competitive women in this track race, Alice minded her own business. You see, Alice isn’t the type of woman to want to win, Alive had a vision, and Alice’s vision was to conquer her limited power. Alice is not one to believe in limits, she believes man on Earth should have found freedom using their legs, arms, knowledge and soul. For being the least competitive person on the track race team….well let’s just say she was the only one who even considered it a team. The “teammates” considered this “team” a war. A war to win, and that’s just utter sin. Unselfishness is who Alice is. And unselfish Alice believed that pushing and prying people off the track was unnecessary and evil. But, one of her “teammates” begged to differ. As Alice loved to run, that’s exactly what she did. When the flag was found waving, and the man in the stool above the audiences yelled in his blow horn, “The race…has begun!” And the audiences screamed and cheered “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10….GO!” Alice was found nervous, for the first time in her life, seeing the competition she had such a horrible feeling, but she raced on, assuming that she was just nervous. And off she raced! Her legs accelerating! The adrenaline rising in Alice’s blood as she accelerated! The sweat emerging and her breath becoming more vigorous! Alice took the lead at fifteen minutes into
There Alice stood, at the entrance of her bedroom door, reminiscing before deciding what route she would like to take on her daily jog. It was mid-day, 2:05-PM to be exact. Alice had the option to take the route of which she would go through the woods, or the route of which she would take the sidewalk along the busy street, just 4 miles up the trail from her cabin in the hindered woods. Alice reminisced and foreseen herself back in that hospital room, on that late October night. Alice had been in a very competitive race. Using her robust legs, she ran eight rounds, around the vengeful track. There were many very competitive women in this track race, Alice minded her own business. You see, Alice isn’t the type of woman to want to win, Alive had a vision, and Alice’s vision was to conquer her limited power. Alice is not one to believe in limits, she believes man on Earth should have found freedom using their legs, arms, knowledge and soul. For being the least competitive person on the track race team….well let’s just say she was the only one who even considered it a team. The “teammates” considered this “team” a war. A war to win, and that’s just utter sin. Unselfishness is who Alice is. And unselfish Alice believed that pushing and prying people off the track was unnecessary and evil. But, one of her “teammates” begged to differ. As Alice loved to run, that’s exactly what she did. When the flag was found waving, and the man in the stool above the audiences yelled in his blow horn, “The race…has begun!” And the audiences screamed and cheered “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10….GO!” Alice was found nervous, for the first time in her life, seeing the competition she had such a horrible feeling, but she raced on, assuming that she was just nervous. And off she raced! Her legs accelerating! The adrenaline rising in Alice’s blood as she accelerated! The sweat emerging and her breath becoming more vigorous! Alice took the lead at fifteen minutes into