I had an impulse to run. I immediately put on my running shorts, and shoes, and stepped out (to the general surprise of... everyone.)

Once I reached the gate, I began to run at top speed. Tears came to my eyes for no reason at all - I was running so fast the buildings, people, and trees around me all faded into a blur. I was just running. It was just the sky, the pavement, and me.

Then I slowed to a walk, panting from the outburst. I strolled for a moment, to take in my surroundings, and to consider safety in this late night. Then, once I knew where I was, I ran, slower, but faster than a jog.

When I ran, everything melted away, and my entire world became "breath in breath out breath in breath out..." Everything on my mind melted away to make way for the pain in my side, the dryness of my throat, and the momentum of my lungs and heart. The night air felt so fresh, so good. And I did not want to stop.

Its that feeling of knowing you can't stop now, that the road ahead of you only consisted of problems within your understanding and anticipation. There was nothing to worry about. The blood pumping through your veins were doing you well. Its just you, only you.

I ran four rounds through the many blocks behind my house. The road seemed so short, yet I knew it was probably not so. I could have ran more, but it was already 11pm.



If you're reading this, dear, can you please forgive me again?