in my running group, i noticed everyone is running toward something: 1st place, completing a marathon, winning the Montana Cup, finishing an Ironman.
whatever happened to running away from something.
a chance to escape from the reality of the moment, and free the mind of static and clutter.
when i hurt my knee 5 weeks ago, members of the running club were sad i could not compete. if they only knew that running has never been a race, but a flight from the worries of today in hopes for a better tomorrow.
even if success comes along the way, i turn the final corner and head for home.
realism is near.