The tears well up in my eyes.
There is a lump in my throat.
I take my first steps to escape the pain, but it's not immediate.
Every few steps I feel the tears fight back and I'm not sure I can go on.
I keep moving forward until the adrenaline slowly starts to take over.
The tears go away for the moment & my body goes numb, except for the feeling of my feet hitting the pavement and the air in my lungs.
These are the days I wish I could run forever.
I don't want to stop because once I stop the sadness will quickly return.
Running may never heal a broken heart...but for that hour of being alone with nothing but my thoughts, I can't feel the pain.
I run...to forget.
