Running

All I want to do is run. I'm not good at running. I am not fast, and I don't run especially far. My knees positively hate running. They would be much happier if I sat down all the time.

I won't let them win, though. Running is like nothing else, really. Once I start running, all my thoughts and worries start to slip away. There is only pain. It gets easier after the first mile — ignored pain tends to fade, but it never lets me completely forget that it's there. It's building up in secret, just waiting for the right moment.

As soon as I run out of breath and have to walk, all that built up pain comes rushing back. My legs burn. My knees scream at me. For some reason, I love it.

I never want to stop running.