Done

Run done.

If I felt the tears beginning to fill my eyes, I ran faster.

If thoughts wandered to those subjects over which I had no control I chose the nearest gradient to run up.

My lungs rasped. My eyes stung as sweat washed away the tears.

Gym done.

I met Dave. Talked.

We got to the gym. We didn’t really talk too much after then.

Squats with tired legs. Screaming lactic. Good.

Exhaustion. Good.

Done.

Home. Food eaten. Quiet house.

I guess I can’t run away from the thoughts all the time.

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