I may not have melted, but a big bundle of stress did. Melted and dripped down right down across my face. It stung my eyes a little. And rolled down my cheeks in salty droplets, washing away a month’s worth of worry. The faster I ran, the quicker those droplets ran in rivulets down my back, leaving behind a wake of concern. It felt fantastic. There is something about the power of a solo run, on an otherwise dreary day, that brings such clarity. And that was just what I needed today. Goddamn Clarity.
Running Called today. Like an old friend who knows just what you want, when you want, sometimes without even knowing it. And I’m so happy I didn’t let the call go to voicemail.
The Power of the Run. Do you believe in it? Lone Wolf or Member of The Pack?