Monday, April 29, 2013

They call me a 'flight risk'

I'm a runner. In more ways than one.

When shit gets hard I take off.

I'm a flight risk.

But I ran tonight for three miles straight.

I ran till I was lightheaded and dizzy.
I ran until I couldn't think or move or breath. I ran until I came to a place that was good. Where nothing mattered but the sweat on my back and pain in my body.

I feel great, I have not felt so alive in forever.

Thank god for running because without it I think I would be dead.

Miss Sinister


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