Free Runner

The sun is rising in New York City.  The suns golden raise peak over the sky scrapers of the city that never sleeps.  A man stands tall atop a building, looking over the city triumphantly.  Strong arms and strong legs have propelled him to these heights.  He is a Free Runner; one of the world’s greatest athletes.  They push their bodies to the limits by turning the world into their playground.  Running, jumping, climbing and any other manor of the bodily movement done to complete the path they’re on.  Each has his or her own drive: to be recognized, to be the best, to be tuff or to prove themselves.  But this one Free Runner is different; this one is running away, fleeing all that holds him back in the world.

            As the sun rises he’s off.  Climbing down the building he places one hand after the other strategically placing his feet in the crevices of the building for support.  Gripping the sides of the building with his strong hands his feet wedged in the crevices he pulls them out and holds himself up with his hands and lowers his feet to the next space, repeating this step over and over again till he’s low enough to grab ahold of the fire escape ladder.  Leaping from his position to the escape ladder his hands gripping the sides, his feet on the outside of the ladder he slides down to the ground and off he goes one foot after the other, in full sprint down the alley way.  The traffic is moving fast but he only quickens his pace, a red light flashes on and the cars slow to a stop.  Sprinting into the slowing traffic he dodges one car, hands out in front of him pressed against a car he rolls forward over it, jumping and kicking his legs out in front of himself he slides across the last car and continues to run. 

            His chest expands with every breath he takes in; filling his lungs with the air he needs to continue.  He’s trained for this he can go for hours without letting up, his pace may slow down but he’ll keep running until he is unable to continue.

            He slows his pace to a more even step as he nears the next part of his rout.  His route takes him between two buildings one is two stories and the other is three stories.  They are close enough to one another for him to shimmy up between them.  With one leap his hands and feet are spread apart and braced against the building.  Moving hands in a single motion upward, his feet mimic the motion and he is propelled upward between the buildings.  Reaching the top of the two story one he kicks off one side, his hand firmly gripping the low side and flips onto the top.  As soon as his feet hit the surface of the building he’s running again.

            When he runs he leaves behind all the worries, all the doubts, all the distractions from the truth.  He leaves all worldly desires behind: clothing, image, food, water housing etc.  The Free Runner is chasing after the true reality of life.

            Up ahead a series of thick piping stretching across to another roof blocks his path forward so he must alter his course and run the pipes.  With the pipes close enough together he hops atop of them and runs the length over a 15 story drop until the pipes slant down.  Quickly he drops to his butt and slides down the pipes.  Sliding way too fast for him to just hit the ground and keep going he has to do something to cushion his impact with the roof.  Nearing the end he prepares himself for impact.  Feeling the slightest touch of the ground beneath his feet everything is in slow motion now; he instinctively begins to buckle his knees, resting on the balls of his feet, his back slowly caving and curling as he comes down, his arms stretched out, throwing one arm past his chest and the other behind his back, his shoulder is facing the ground, feeling back of his shoulder pressed against the ground the rest of his body follows him around with flawless execution he is unharmed and back onto his feet and running.

            The only thing on his mind is what his true reality is telling him to do next.  Is he to save lives, help mend the broken, spend time with those who need interaction, or share with others of the true reality etc.

            He is tired now and is ready to stop but something pushes him on, something gives him the energy to continue when he wants to stop.  His body is in agony but he feels none of it.  His muscles are tightening, and twisting yet he feels nothing only calm serenity.  His physical strength is gone but something pushes him, something is pulling him helping him to continue the chase.

            His true reality gives him strength when he has none, his true reality comforts him when he needs comforting, and his true reality is the only reality.  His true reality is God!