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.


Home. Food eaten. Quiet house.

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

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