Today, I ran.
And not because I set out to.
I ran because I had to in order to get from dry point a to dry point b with as little rain soaking me as possible. I took my shoes off and bolted down the wet asphalt.
It wasn’t for a long time.
It wasn’t terribly far.
It wasn’t on purpose.
But I forgot that I could run.
I forgot what happens when my brain says, “Go.”
My body g o e s.
I’ve let myself atrophy, decline, become less than by being too much.
I wonder when I will stop.
When will I stop metaphorically running.
I wonder when I will start.
When will I start actually running.
Running toward the things I want.
Running from the things I don’t.
When I will just BE.