She was fast

She was fast. She could out run me, I who can outrun the wind! When I saw her run I swore she was nothing more than a mirage. When she ran her hair flowed out behing her, red, the most georgeous red, a cape to top off all her splendour. When she stopped, breathing heavilly, she grinned at me, every one of her teeth perfectly white. She was awesome. She was cheetah fast, ready to move at once to break out full speed into a wild run.