1st paragraph of my short story

The wind whistled in my ear, past my face, the cold stung my fingers and sent a shiver up my spine, but I had to keep running. Blood was pouring from the pink, puckered scar on my forehead, my legs started shaking as even my hours of training couldn't prepare me for this long, hard run, forced to sprint away from my pursuer. I knew i couldn't go much longer, and just as the thought crossed my mind my knees buckled and i tumbled to the cold, hard ground. Oh no, I thought, He's got me, it's all over, my hours of running for nothing, I could hear his harsh breaths in the silent, frosty twilight, and his loud, steady footsteps, when my mind registered every step brought me closer to my death...