Lucinda is a girl from Salem Massachusetts, she has lived there her whole life. It is always gloomy there, weather that would be fog, light rain, or just cloudy. She is 17 and is a senior in high school. Every morning before school Lucinda goes for a light jog in the woods. Nothing too harsh, just a few miles to start her day off fresh. She times herself everyday to see if she gets faster, and everyday, she does. This morning, she wanted to make things a little more difficult for herself. She would run five miles, without stopping, no water breaks. As she enters the woods, she looks at her watch. It read, five o’clock. She starts running and she starts off at a fast but steady pace. As she runs, she thinks, inside her head, she is motivating herself to push, harder, and harder. “Do not stop, do not stop. You can not afford to stop.” Is what she thinks, everytime. She keeps running and running, with no room for error. She can not stop, she has to keep moving. She picks up the pace. By now, she is running. A minute later she gains more speed, going so fast, people near her only see a blur. She is sprinting, with every step, her heart races. Her face is drenched. It is not sweat, she is not even that exhausted. She is not tired, she is terrified. Tears roll down her face as she is sprinting towards where she started. Four miles down. That last mile. The one that counts. She is going so fast, her legs can not keep up with her. She can not feel the soles of her feet. She must keep going. She passes the tree line. She slowed down. She could feel the weight of her body on her legs to where they give out. She breathes deeply and heavily. She checks the time. 5:10, it reads. She lays down on her back. She catches her breath for a couple minutes. As she gets up, she makes her way to school. Walking out of the woods, she crosses the street. She finally has a breath. In a very low whisper, “he won’t catch me…”