I feel like running. In heaven I am going to be a runner. My tired body is going to be released and I am going to run. Like Forest Gump. HAha. It is because I have been stuck in this house for too long. I am exhausted and I want to run. Doesn't make much sense does it. But my mind starts racing and then I want to run.
I used to walk this town at dusk, years ago. I would walk this town of hills until I sorted things out and was too tired to walk anymore. Then I would drag myself home. I am not complaining. I am just needing to go. Just needing to be. Just be. In quiet. Breathing fresh air. Trusting God to sort things out. I think that running is like a silent screaming. Good thing writing is like running on the spot.
Every time I go to the track here, I imagine what it would be like to be a runner. I have..."ahem"...chest issues..that make it very difficult and uncomfortable for me to run. I enjoy my walks, but somehow I imagine that running would be even better.
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