Sometimes I run to get my mood up. Once in a while I use it to get away. I get away from loneliness. I get out to break away from my ‘mean’ self and find power. Getting away from home, responsibility. To find the happy. Joy. Love.
It never disappoints.
But, opposite from other addictions, which running is sometimes called.
I only love/like it. I don’t blame it. I don’f feel bad when I do it. Ever.
I feel like myself.
Sweaty, strong and not with make up.
Goofy and natural.
And I like ME.
It’s the feeling I long for.
Loss of desperation.
This is me, and what I stand for.
And beer sometimes there is a beer at the end.