Running I have been, and I ran across the country to force myself to halt, to catch my breath, to align my vision. And, dear friends, there is nothing like revisiting where you once were to remind you who you have been.
I always question myself, "are you running?" The answer - yes. Always. Running to meet you. Running away. Full speed, spinning, twirling, jogging, trudging. I am running. The kind that makes your vision blurry and makes your stomach feel like an erupting volcano, burning acid in your throat and boulders falling on your head.