brainc3ll wrote:
Ben adjusted the laces on his worn-out running shoes, the same pair he wore every Saturday on the trail near the lake. It was their trail—his and Sarah's. The place where they first met, pacing side by side at a 7-minute mile, both pretending not to notice the other sneaking glances.
That was two years ago. Since then, they had logged thousands of steps, trained for marathons together, and built a rhythm that wasn’t just in their strides but in their hearts.
Until it all fell apart.
Sarah had gotten a job offer in Greenwich—an opportunity she couldn’t turn down. Ben had just opened his own running clinic in Chicago. Neither wanted to ask the other to give up their dream. So, they ran their last loop, said goodbye under the golden leaves of October, and went their separate ways.
But heartbreak is its own kind of marathon.
This morning, the air held the same crisp bite as that last run. Ben wasn’t expecting anything different from his usual route—until he saw her.
Sarah. Standing at the bend, her black running tights and bright orange tank as familiar as the sunrise behind her. Her eyes widened when they met his.
“Hey,” she said, a little breathless, like she’d been running after something and just caught it.
Ben’s voice was barely there. “Hey. What… are you doing here?”
“I’m in town for a conference,” she said, then looked down. “And I’ve been circling this trail since yesterday. Hoping maybe you’d still be here.”
He took a step closer. “I never left. Not really.”
They ran without saying much for the first mile. It was muscle memory. They fell into pace like they always had—his footfall just ahead of hers, her breath syncing to his. At mile two, he glanced at her.
“I missed this. Missed us.”
Sarah slowed a little, just enough to brush her hand against his. “Me too. Greenwich wasn’t the same. I kept thinking… maybe dreams change. Or maybe they’re supposed to be chased together.”
Ben stopped, tugging her gently to a halt. “I’ve been chasing something every day since you left. But it wasn’t just the miles—it was you.”
Sarah smiled, a soft tear slipping down her cheek. “So what do we do now?”
He took her hand fully this time, lacing their fingers. “We keep running. Only this time, we don’t stop.”
They picked up their pace again, hearts lighter, feet faster—not just runners anymore, but partners chasing the same finish line. Together again.
Like a guilty pleasure, I'm ashamed to say, I really enjoyed reading this.
Not sure why this thread has become though!