365 Writing Prompts: Freaky Friday

You experience your own Freaky Friday, and switch bodies with someone you love/hate.Tell us what happens.

I always wondered how the marathon runners run the distance of twenty-six miles with such ease. I imagined  covering half that distance one  Friday. It was freaky after the first one kilometer, I felt my legs were not co-operating with me, I walked a yard, hopped half the distance and ran to complete the one kilometer. I came to the realization running is not for me, I may as well quit while I am ahead.

Then my mind thought of a plan, why don’t I switch my body with the marathon runner Susan. It was a Friday morning, there was a cool breeze blowing perfect to run the marathon I was attempting to accomplish in my body, but now that I have switched let me see how it feels with a different body.

I went to the starting line, there were a lot of runners each deep in thought and then there was me. We all lined up, I was feeling excited I thought I’m actually going to run this marathon I’ve been dreaming of.

As soon as the whistle was blown, I started running,at first I was slow, then I felt my body was getting lighter and I was able to run faster and faster, all the runners were behind me I had taken off, all I was thinking was I’m going to beat everyone in this race.

I’m not sure how much distance I covered, abruptly Susan’s body switched back to mine, I felt heavy, I couldn’t even walk. I felt the spectators  encouraging me to keep on going, it was no use, I was tired, discouraged, found myself a place where I sat down away from the crowd to gather my thoughts,I looked around,luckily I spotted a cab,raised my hand to get his attention, he slowed down, I got in and asked him to drive me home!

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DP Daily Prompt: Helping Hand Post by Ranu

This experience takes place in Makkah. My husband,his cousin,  his family and I were travelling on the bus. The bus driver was supposed to take us to  Muzdalifa where we were supposed to spend the night and come back to Makkah,the following morning. Suddenly the driver stopped and told us to get off. We had no idea where we were. My husband’s cousin,knew a few words of Arabic,he tried to explain,we won’t find our way.It was dark and deserted. The driver kept yelling and told us to get off. Miraculously someone showed up,he was an Egyptian. He had a heated dialogue with the driver and was able to convince him to drop us off at the taxi stand. To be sure he boarded the bus with us. We all got off to hire a cab.The nice man called a cab driver, told him in Arabic to drop us off  in Muzdalifa. We thanked him and got in the cab. We reached our destination safely. I will always remember this.

Tunnel from Makkah

Tunnel from Makkah (Photo credit: Wikipedia)