It felt like she could run forever and never want to stop, yet it wasn't through fear why she ran.


Not like last time.


Terri was feeling lighter than air and just as jolly as if Spring had washed itself over her and she didn't know what to do. So, she ran, the nervous energy spurring her on, her feet pounding away on the belt of the treadmill where she works. The timer reads 53:23 and in her orange hair is a single feather, held in place by a pin.


On the other side of the gym, two fellow instructors, both bitches, gossip to one another, risking glances to the usually feisty Terri, who happens to be wearing the biggest smile in the world along with the feather.


“Well, she definitely got some last night,” one of them remarks to the other.


Terri smirked, hearing their conversation, blushing furiously.


Fuck 'em, she thought, making the treadmill go faster, loving the feeling, enjoying the moment.