I run

I run

I run to ease my stress.

I run to make my thoughts stop flying.

I run to think.

I run until my body can no longer move.

And then I run further.

I run when I’m depressed.

When I’m angry.

Anxious.

Frustrated.

I run when I don’t want to.

Sometimes I just go, not feeling anything, and something happens.

I feel uplifted.

I want to run forever.

I run when I am injured.

I run to recover.

I run alone.

I run with my friend.

I talk when I run.

I run in silence.

I run with music.

I run to the sounds of the wind rustling through the trees and my footsteps on the dirt. I run when the temperatures soar and the sun beats down.

I run when the humidity chafes every corner of my body.

I run in the rain.

In the snow.

I force myself to wake up early to run.

I run when I am tired.

I run to energize myself.

I run until my energy is depleted.

I run fast.

I run so slowly I can barely call it running.

I run because I can.

Because sometimes I don’t know what else to do.

I run to have peace.

To maintain balance.

I run because running gives me strength.

I run.