Walked So Could Run Meaning Novels & Stories

She was walking down a field of flowers; sometimes, she turned and smiled at him, stretching her hands for him to follow her. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reach her; his legs were stuck, and all he could do was yell and gape at her as she danced away.

My bones start cracking and I manage to shift before my feet even hit the dirt. Running clears my head better than anything else, it’s the only thing that manages to settle my wolf when he’s wound up like a wildfire in dry grass. He wants to chase something, catch something and maybe break something in half. Running is the closest I can get without starting a war. My wolf tears through the trees without a second thought, he’s always been fast and deathly silent. I don’t doubt it’s why I’ve managed to be such a weapon on the ice. My paws pound against dirt, every step sharp and calculated as I side step roots and fallen branches with ease.

When I moved, the motion came easily, my stride lengthening as my muscles responded. The night opened around me, and the ground passed under my feet in a steady rhythm. I ran without urgency, letting my body set the pace. Each step landed where it should, supported by strength that no longer felt foreign.

“That's the plan. But hey, if you need to walk, walk. It's all about your pace.” “I thought the idea was not to walk.” She laughed. “Celeste, if we ran based on what other people thought, we'd all be sprinting. Your journey, your pace.” I shifted the treadmill to a slower speed, finding a comfortable yet speedy walking pace as Fiona kept her jog steady. It felt awkward to be walking while so many others around me were effortlessly running, but I kept my head down, bobbed along to the music playing in my headphones, and tried to focus on myself.

Click I heard the key being turned and the door being unlocked. My legs did not wait for any message from the brain , as it just took of running. I heard the door being swung open , and their footsteps behind me. I knew that if they were a few seconds faster , I would be in their grasps. So I pushed my self forward , using all the energy I have left to sprint way a head of them.

He slid his fingers into his hair and exhaled deeply, his vision blurring as the entire place spun around him like a whirlwind. He weaved through the crowd, their bodies reeking of sweat and alcohol. “Fuck!” He mumbled as he wobbled, struggling to make his way to the restroom, his legs unsteady. Pushing the door open, he squinted through the dim light. The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and stale air. As he staggered towards the urinals, he collided with a broad figure, his senses heightening. “Watch it.” A low husky voice growled, a hint of warning in it.

I use the bodies as my shield from the mess they are making on the floor and take each step as if I was walking a cat walk. Heel, toe, heeel, toooe, heeeeeel, toe.

Running helped. I laced my boots, slipped out the back door, and took off along the tree line, breath fogging the air as my muscles finally did what they were meant to do. The perimeter wasn’t large, but it was enough. Enough to feel the ground under my feet. Enough to remind my wolf that we weren’t trapped. Every morning, I ran it again.

Sweat gathered at my temples. My knees ached. By the time we reached the halfway point, I stopped walking altogether. "I can't." Lucas stopped beside me. "Sure you can." I shook my head. "No." "I'm serious." "So am I." He looked at me quietly. He didn't judge me. He didn't push me to keep going. He just waited for me. "I used to be able to do this," I whispered. The words surprised me. "I used to run." Lucas nodded.

“What is?” “Oh. Sorry. Walking.” “I remember. You were injured. They said you wouldn’t walk again. Now you’re a walking miracle. Pun intended.” “Pun accepted. It is a miracle, and I don’t take it for granted. Or at least I try not to.” “Is that why you walk everywhere? So you won’t take it for granted?” “I walk because if I don’t, my back and hip and leg stiffen up.” “But don’t you get tired from all the walking? You’re on your feet all day, aren’t you?”