Ever wonder how fast can you run? I mean, like a hundred meter’s dash?
I bet most of you can do so in less than 20 seconds. I am not a bragger but once I ran the sprint in less than 15 seconds. Come to think of it, less than that. 🙂
But, I did not do it in an oval track. Believe it or not, I ran in an unpaved road, barefooted and scared shitless (pardon my french).
Here’s a rundown of what transpired a few years ago.
I was new here. I was a stranger.
One day. about three in the morning, I decided to brisk walk like I used to when I was still a city resident. The roads were empty of vehicles since back then there were not many to speak of.
I was having a wonderful time: cool and clean air, quiet, just me in my solitude. I was reviewing my plans for the future in this place I chose to stay for good.
About three hundred meters from my starting point, I saw them from afar. Some of them sat on the road while others circled around as if looking for something they lost.
I was afraid suddenly. My feet froze and would not move a single more step. My mind kept telling me to turn around and return to where I came from before they saw me.
It was too late. They sensed my presence. Like a gang of maniacs, they began to run toward me.
I turned around, jogging at first while turning my head to see if they stopped following me.
They did not. Running faster and eager to get a piece of me, they seemed to race one another, competing on who would get to me first.
One hundred meters more, I would be safe. But they were gaining on me. Only twenty feet or so, one of them would catch up on me.
I remembered Jesse Owens, Carl Lewis, that Johnson guy and all the sprinters I could think of. I prayed hard that they would lend me their spirits and their sprinting prowess so that I could stay safe.
I did not believe it myself then but it seemed the prayers worked. Seconds passed and I did not feel any bite at all. That meant I was running faster than my pursuers.
I entered my house like the wind and closed the door.
However, I could not hear barking or growls. All I heard was my heavy breathing and eerie silence outside.
I slumped on the floor very tired. I didn’t know what to think of my experience.
Later in the day, I related my story to an old-timer. There was seriousness in his face.
“What you saw were shadows of the night,” he revealed.