Yesterday, I made the mistake of eating at a pizza buffet for lunch. I probably ate the unhealthiest pizza I've ever come across... the grease sweat was just dripping. So in an effort to make up for that carb and calorie infested mind-fart, I decided I'd go for a run.
And boy... did I run...
As soon as I stepped out the door, I started running down the hallway. Then to the street. Then I ran down the block. One block became two blocks. Then five blocks. Then ten.
I ran uphill. Downhill. Upstairs. Downstairs. Wide open roads. Narrow alleyways. Cut around corners of buildings. Guided around winding sidewalks.
I couldn't stop moving.
Familiar streets became uncharted territory. Decisions based on predetermined routes were replaced with intuitions, gut feelings, and instincts. I was aware of all around me. Yet I was in my own little world.
And I just kept going.
The time flew by. What was supposed to be a quick jog became an hour long expedition on sneakers.
I felt sun. I viewed clouds. I tasted rain.
Nothing could stop me. I was in a trance. It felt like I could have gone on forever.
As I approached my building, shirt drenched in a mixture of precipitation and perspiration, I thought about my past, where I was right now, and the potential journey ahead. And as the shower water poured onto my lowered head, my mind felt clear.
