Things I Forgot To Remember
Sep 15, 2009
I can't worry when I'm running. I can only concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other, of breathing, of my body screaming for oxygen. The rhythm of the music. The sound of my breath.
I have no time or attention for the work left undone on my desk and waiting for my return in the morning, or the dishes in the sink, or dinner to be cooked.
It's just me and the pounding of my feet and heart. The music. My breath.
