Perfectly Content As I gently jog through the woods consecutively putting one foot in front of the other my thoughts run rampant. Memories flow through my mind and make me forget about the arduous labor my body is having to withstand. My calves ache; however, my heart will not let me quit. I continue to compete against numerous ladies my age who are of the same strength as myself. However, I ultimately know they are of no competition to me; moreover, I will triumph in the end. As I glide through ginormous groups of girls I still chase after my thoughts. My mind ponders of the non-existent and of reality. In the woods, in my mind, I find myself content. As I collect my thoughts I thumb through them. Often times I question how inhumane
