Running has always helped me cope with stress. I would imagine that if I ran fast enough I would be able to leave all my problems behind, and they wouldn’t bother me anymore. Of course that would just be wishful thinking, but it would keep me moving. My problems wouldn’t go away, but the endorphins from the workout would help me feel better.
This time, I need endorphins. So I don my usual workout attire – a loose shirt, leggings and rubber shoes, and set out to run.
I walk down the Street as the cold November air envelopes me. My silence is disturbed by the beeping of car horns and the bickering of angry drivers. From afar I see the sky tinted by the setting sun. I walk faster.