I am a hurdle, left out on the track by a runner who was moving too fast and forgot to put me away. Now people come by almost every day and they all handle me in different ways.
Some people run around me, changing their paths but never changing pace; never slowing down. I am an inconvenience to these people, one that is best ignored. I don't belong to them- they didn't put me there- so there is no obligation to put me away. I don't mind. They're here and gone so quickly, I hardly notice them.
Others leap over me. These people run straight to me- no- at me, before they tense and spring into the air, leaving me behind when they hit the ground on the other side. They feel good about it afterwards, and before they disappear on the horizon, I see them pat themselves on the back. But they couldn't be bothered to put me away when they finished.
Then there are those that try to jump over me...and fail. They spot me on the track from afar and I intrigue them. Sprinting at me with all of their s