Gemotions

The cold wind whipped at Liam's face as he jogged around the track. His legs, usually leaden after a poor performance, felt like pistons. He'd been cut from the cross-country team, a blow he thought would cripple him. But he'd found his own path. He’d enrolled in a local running club, a decision that gave him freedom he hadn't known he craved. A smile cracked his lips, a rare sight. He glanced at his phone, a new message from a club teammate. He knew he'd be setting new personal records soon.