Anonymously Running Through Life

I'm a son. A brother. An uncle. Insecure. Full of issues. An observer. Love to eat/drink. A brother-in-law. A friend. A pessimist. An optimist. A hopeless romantic. Jaded. A confidant. A drinking buddy. An encourager. A gay man. An introvert. An extrovert. A social butterfly. A homebody. A dicotomy of life. A co-worker. But above all else. I'm a RUNNER. Run with me. This is me. Anonymously Running Through Life.

10.14.2008

Blech.

Running makes me happy.
Truly happy.
Like nothing else.
No matter what else is going on in my life.
I have running.
It's my sanctuary.
It's my Zen.
It's my "home".
It's my...ME.

...

What happens when I don't have it anymore?
What happens when I can't do it anymore?
What happens to me?
If I am running...
...then what am I when I'm no longer able to run?

(I'm in a depressed mood tonight...for reasons that I hate...the "ex" factor...urgh...so forgive me...)
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Atlanta, Georgia, United States