It’s 2pm on a Wednesday. We’ve only been at my wife’s grandparent’s house for two days and every minute had been planned out. Her family is great. They treat us well. They take us to dinners and all sorts of fun events. However, I struggle with a strict schedule. I need to rest, relax, read, write, etc. I need time for my thoughts. Enter my run.
I throw on my shoes and say that I need to go for a run. I go outside and just start running. I stay to a straight line so I can find my way back, but I just go. The leaves are everywhere on the ground. I hear them crunch under my feet. It’s to cold at first but after a minute, it’s perfect. I’m out there. Exploring, breathing, thinking, clearing my mind. At about four miles from the house, I’m so far away from anything that bothered me. I’m free.