Powerful legs propelled him forward in the cool night. The ivory sands circling around his chocolate hooves before being thrown aside into the light salty winds. His erect white and teal mane swaying just a little from his movements; his muscles rippled under his strangely unique white and deep teal coat from the run. A grin controlling his lips as he enjoyed the feeling of his heart racing and veins pumping hot blood. He was heading absolutely nowhere but to him that was fine. A stallion was to never let himself get out of shape and become fat. Not many females were interested in plumpy males, and frankly he didn't like plumpy females himself. Can't a be a hypocrit now can he? No, Shalom would definately not be one of those!

The Rama's breathing quick as he slowed to a trot and took a small rest. Ears pointed forward as he made a circling prance of satisfaction and pride. "You still got it in you... Can't quit now though. One more lap... One more lap." Shalom's little prep talk from loud and quick breaths. After another prance in a circle or two he then went back to running. Spring greens eyes filled with determination and light laughter. Running in the middle of the night, no one to worry about that nagged him, his own time to do what he wanted... This was what made his life great.