subject line: I keep runnin


The hilliest part of Georgia

I took up running this summer. I told myself I wanted to be “healthier” and try to “live longer.” And yet, I’d buy the biggest Coca-cola Sonic sold every afternoon. I don’t think the running was for my body. It was for my mind. I needed somewhere I could control the pace and feel my body contributing to something bigger than myself. When I am running, I am part of the world more so than when I sit on my couch and watch too many hours of Netflix. Honestly, I keep running because when I get into my stride I don’t think about all the poor decisions I’ve made this past year and all the hearts I have disappointed with my short comings. I keep running because I think each mile will put me further away from the past I can’t seem to distance my mind from.