Why Did the Man Cross the Road?

Time slows.

My right foot falls hard on the pavement as I begin to gather speed. I can feel the thick, hot sensation of seldom used muscles being thrown into action as pain from that first jolt slowly crashes up my calf and thigh. The placement of every toe, the distribution of weight, the force put upon the joints; all this information is processed and disseminated as subsystems of my brain take over, quickly relaying data and instructions while attempting to keep them from being burned out by my singular imperative.