The road was a path to salvation, laid before him. Paved in hopes of self definition and enlightenment.
Sidewalks were too much trouble to effectively run on since they seemed to narrow then widen, and slope at various degrees for no apparent reason. He took to running as habitually as a devout Christian takes to praying before god. His routine became increasingly more fluid in the days that followed his first attempt. No matter the time of day, he would always run a simple course. A few turns and steady slopes in this vastly rising city and the passion he used to hate this world upon itself, soon began to decrease...There began to float into his life, certain parts of this city that he...enjoyed?
Weeks passed, and the steps he left in the wet darkened streets kept his heart at a steady beat. He had found his new addiction, and could not stop. On days he had to miss, due to injury or lack of time he felt as if he were leaving the front door of his home completely open to any and all malevolent endeavors. It was a lacking in his heart and soul that he could not fill but with this one simple act. In his mind it seems, he had found this therapy that could not be paid for, or fully comprehended. It just happened to rise up from previous fits of depression and flat out misfortune. Bubbling to the surface, one day he just felt this need to run. It wasn't so much a need to run from any problems or stresses in his life. But to run through them. It was the act of running while mentally: screaming, laughing, searching, compromising, interpreting, filtering, reiterating, crying, fighting, loving, suffering, empathizing, dying, and yes even often times praying. He would literally "run through" everything. And his faith in himself soon began to rise from the grave, as he felt more whole then he had in any previous years that he could remember. He never would have imagined, that this one simple act would give him the faith in life that he had always been missing.
Just a few short sentences on this whole passion for running that has surfaced in these recent weeks. I'm no pro, nor am I planning to run in the olympics or anything. But for me it's been life altering to say the least. I know it sounds like I may be getting a little ahead of myself, but doing this for my own personal reason with the benefits not just being physical health, is saving me in so many ways that it's sometimes difficult to explain. Which is why I slapped this little account of my thoughts on the subject together. Who knows, maybe next year I'll be able to run in Europe...that will be so awesome. And in case you didn't know, I do plan to run on every trip I take...for all of the best reasons of course.
