I can do much more than run fast, you know. When I’m in “it”, when I’m running, I can feel everything. Or close to everything. And it makes me happy.
I once ran across the pacific in five seconds, being careless, the water droplets lifted so high after me. I felt like I could touch every single one of them.
There’s this little routine I do. Stretching my legs. Even though I don’t really need it; but it helps me prepare myself for the rush. Sometimes the happiness is that overwhelming. Running makes me happy. And the faster I run the happier I am.
Speed is joy. And it’s all I ever thought I wanted. Until I met you.
I slow down because of you.
And at the same time I keep stretching my legs… Preparing myself to be with you.