I met a beautiful woman running across the runway this morning. She has a good figure and is thinner. She runs fast (or painful, but the word painful is not entirely correct) and is determined.

In fact, the "quickness, pain and persistence" just used to describe her can't completely and truly explain the way and state of her running at that time, and I really can't find a more suitable word to describe or describe her feelings at that time.

What do I want to express?

Generally, our running friends meet on the road, even if they have never met before. Strange and friendly greetings, mostly give each other a kind smile.

When I was three or five meters away from her, I saw her running fast and resolutely, even with a hatred. I saw no expression on her face, which is hard to see in ordinary runners. I still greeted her with a friendly smile like I met a strange runner before, but at the moment we passed by, I suddenly felt her aura. It's an unspeakable feeling, a dangerous smell, and it's really scary.

I don't know why I feel this way. Because of her expressionless running and the painful and firm expression that ordinary runners don't have?

I hope my feelings are all wrong.