Clara Fleet (gentlelight) wrote in britannia_ny, @ 2009-03-16 00:43:00 |
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It's the weekend, late afternoon, and Clara is jogging. After assuring her mom that she'll be careful-- no, really careful, she swears-- she takes off down the block, iPod on, trying to get as far from home as she can while still having the energy to come back.
By the time she's three blocks away from home, she is gone. The run has become half-jogging half-dancing to the horrible '90s music currently playing through her headphones, and between controlling to her breath and rocking out, she isn't paying a great deal of attention to the people or things around her. Even at crosswalks, which would horrify her mother, no doubt.