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.
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.
Home. Food eaten. Quiet house.
I guess I can’t run away from the thoughts all the time.