The wind blew , my lose brown hair all around my face as my feet beat against the pavement with increasing speed . The sun was hot on my face and even though it was still chilly and not even spring , I had to run . I had to escape the thought of him if only for a few moments and though I knew this to be impossible I knew I had to try . Even if I could not escape thoughts of him I knew running would relax me and help clear my head.
When I finally slowed to stop at the outdoor rink to watch the people skate my jeans had frozen stiff and my heart beating as if it would explode from my chest,But I could feel the wave of relaxation take over . The ice insight with a scrimmage game of hockey started by a group of boys around my age caught my attention, instantly reminding me of him . Sam Martin. Sam is a special kinda guy