It's a nice day out, so why not a run. Balance was weird, given how you now lacked a head atop your shoulders.
You run around the block without a care in the world, as your mom wouldn't give you your head back for another week.
Given it's a nice day there are a lot of people out. Many of them stop and look at your headlessness.
"How is he alive?"
"Where's his head?"
"It's just a magic trick"
You feel awkward as people stare, you just wanted them to leave you alone. It's not your fault you have no head.
Eventually..
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