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At the very beginning of this past summer, I started running. Really, it was intended as a device to strengthen my will-power and my body. I wasn't sure how conscientious I would be about it. But I made the discovery that I really loved it. This was something that made me feel more... whole! When I ran, it was as though all of my disassociated parts were startled into the collective decision that, "Okay, we must run. It's time to turn around and acknowledge this." Everything must unify. With this, any stray thoughts were given purpose. And when they went off again afterwards, drifting into melancholy and disconnect, I could just snap my fingers and say," None of that, now. We need to run again." It felt really good, and it still does.
Currently I run 4.5 miles average, at a rate of 3 days a week. These are meager numbers, but I'm content with them. And, I honestly feel that this is one of the few things in my life in which I can invest a certain amount of pride. Nowadays when I run, I don't get the sensation that I'm running away, rather, I feel that I'm running toward something.
Just something I made for a friend.
Currently I run 4.5 miles average, at a rate of 3 days a week. These are meager numbers, but I'm content with them. And, I honestly feel that this is one of the few things in my life in which I can invest a certain amount of pride. Nowadays when I run, I don't get the sensation that I'm running away, rather, I feel that I'm running toward something.
Just something I made for a friend.