You begin to lose sense of direction as you take random twists and turns, hoping to lose your pursuer. You feel branches and leaves scratch against you, but you ignore them, too afraid to stop.

You aren't sure how long or how far you run before you think you finally got rid of whatever was after you. Your chest is on fire and your legs are throbbing. Your mind tells you to stop, but your gut tells you to keep going.

Which do you listen to?

Take a Breather Keep Running