Andrés Muy Cansado De Correr Novels & Stories

This is for my brothers and justice on the death of our parents. Then I collapsed on the ground. I can handle it, but my body cannot run for more. Aside from not being trained enough, I was never a physically active person. The longest run that I had was two to three kilometers. At that point, I’m already exhausted. Multiplying it by ten means death. “Catherine!” Angelo stopped from running. Others glanced at me and pretended they didn’t see anything. My face hit the dirt. I wasn’t able to move more, even crawl the ground. Everything in my body was sore. “We should fetch for help.”

It's past midnight, it's raining, and I'm miserable even before I'm as wet as a dog, but my rage keeps me warm. Soon the last residues of the tequila are burned up and my mind kicks into overdrive, and just to shut up the voices in my head I push myself harder and harder until I'm running at full speed, and all that's left is the screaming burn in my muscles. Eventually all my energy is spent, and I simply can't run anymore. I stop and bend over, trying to get some air into my lungs while my head spins from exhaustion. My whole body is quivering, and I'm so

I will not run. But I am so tired.

My body protested the running, cramps biting into my sides. Wincing, I slowed down, pushing through the pain, unwilling to stop. I might not be sprinting anymore, but I wasn’t about to ease up until I was in the clear. I’d gone days without enough food or water. I was exhausted and not at my usual fitness levels.

He stood up immediately despite how exhausted he looked. "We don't have time to think about it." He offered me his hand. "We have to move." Every muscle in my body protested as I pulled myself upright. "I don't know how much more running I have left." "You don't have a choice." "I know." We continued moving through the forest, though running had become little more than limping as exhaustion caught up with both of us. Every step hurt. My shoulder throbbed relentlessly, and blood continued dripping down my arm. The strange thing was...

He was sweating but did not look tired. "Are you done with your run?" I asked, standing up while I dusted my clothes. "Yes, I would have finished it on time if you didn't tag along," Andrea replied. "I just wanted to train my body," I said in my defense. We had already started walking home at this point. "Don't run with me again," Andrea said. "I look forward to running with you every day," I replied with a smile on my face. We got to the house and went our separate ways to shower. I showered and got dressed, carrying my books, and got to the table where I saw Andrea in the kitchen.

I sat on the curb of the park, and buried my head between my knees seeking to catch some air, my face burned, and the moisture that accumulated at the base of my neck, between my breasts, and forehead ran down my skin heated by the exercise. "Are you okay?" Miranda asked, lifting my head. My suffering expression already saying that no I was not okay at all, she smiled amused by my suffering before holding out her water bottle. I drank almost all the liquid from the container, and wiped the water that ran down the corners of my mouth, I sighed regularizing my breathing. "I think we've run too much already." "Er... Andrea we only ran twenty meters," she murmured. I looked around in disbelief,

I was running throughout Adrien's house, Adrien chasing after me. I have never ran so hard in my life, I was losing my breath as I kept on running; my lungs burned as it kept going on an irregular rate and my heartbeat increased drastically. I have never done so much exercise as I am doing now, I think I have been running for 5 min maybe? I'm not sure. What I am sure of is that Adrien can't catch me no matter what, not after what he told me...

Ah, yes, so much for no stress, right? “We will do our best” I said, getting up from the bed to wash my hands. My eyes caught sight of my reflection in the mirror and I couldn’t help the frown that formed on my lips as I noticed how exhausted I was. The run was enough to drain my body, but having run into Alessandro and Nicolas, I had to admit that I couldn’t have been happier.

Alexa's pov I don't know how long I ran or how long it is, but I slowed down the moment I felt my legs getting tired… and finally, I stopped. God! This guy is damn serious! He doesn't want to give up! I turn to him as I breathe heavily, trying to catch my breath. My gaze moved to the flowers in his hands and back to his face… Here I am sweating, but he hadn't broken a sweat yet. He looked so full of energy, like he can still be running another distance.