(Author's Note: So what is this week's challenge? Run. Hmm, with 645 senses, this must be an easy one, right? Surely I can run something up, even if it's only a drabble... Unfortunately the only thing that pops into my head is "Run, run, run, as fast as you can! You can't catch me, I'm the gingerbread man...")

Hannah ran through the park, knees pumping and arms swinging. Her ponytail swished from side to side but there was no time to stop and tuck it up under her cap. She could hear the slap, slap, of feet hitting the pavement behind her. Were they getting closer? She pushed harder, leaping over the boom gate which separated the park from the oval and then she was onto the grass. The recreation centre beckoned on the other side. Not far now, but her breath was coming in harsh gasps, was she going to make it?

"You won, Hannah! Well done!"