Maybe I’ve just gotten used to the adrenaline.
I’ve always loved running. Competing, improving, and overall just enjoying it. Practice would calm me down after a stressful day at school, and evening excursions would take me away from everything and everyone else. I’d feel free. Tonight I went on a run. It seemed like every step I took only made me more and more angry.
For the first time in my life, I couldn’t run away from my problems.
