The feeling of wind on her face as she ran was just what Gwenog had wanted when she came out for her run, then to have the competitive option open to her too her heart began to soar. Moon was pulling ahead of her slightly but she knew her final sprint would be good.
As the pub came into sight properly she picked up her speed, pushing herself to run all out, her arms pumping and lungs starting to burn as the speed made it more difficult to breathe. This was the sort of thing she trained for, the hard work that brought her joy as she pushed her body to its limits.