As much as I dislike the pounding and thundering of my heart as it spikes from my chest to my throat and head. As much as I hate my muscles straining and pulling as i push myself uphill. However, running does something that no amount of writing, flirting, and being me can do. Ipod blasting a random pop song set on repeat, my pace matching the bass on the back drop of the song. I find that my mind is at it's clearest, when i am burning my joints. I find the most inspiration when my body is being pushed to do something it hates. None of this is making sense now, perhaps i ramble when i dont know how to explain. Explain that the only reason i am running is to balance my sanity.
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