A woman heads up into beautiful, scenic mountains for a run, but brings with her only an obsessive focus on her training and on berating herself for not pushing hard enough, not doing better. It only takes a small tree root to bring her crashing to the ground - and to have no choice but to see the world around her and abandon the way things "should be." In running, a split time is the difference in your run between the first half and the second. And gradually, she will let go of her obsessiveness, and discover that the quality in running isn't always measured in the speed or the distance.