I’d like to go back to when I was 10. I used to run. I used to run everywhere. I used to run like there was nothing else in the world. I used to run because that’s what I liked to do. Now, I still want to run, but it isn’t the same. I want to run from pressure or expectation. I want to run from myself. That kind of running doesn’t come as easy. It doesn’t end with red cheeks and a smile on my face. I can’t run anymore. Now is the time to stand up, to look ahead, to face what I don’t want to face.
And then, when I’ve done all that, maybe I can just run because it’s fun again.
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