Running...from what? I've been running from something since I can remember. In moments of self-turmoil, I find reason, purpose, non-static reality in running. Running reminds me that I'm alive. I get out on a run, and I remember that I want to find my home, eventually. All that matters is the oxygen I breath into my lungs. "So why do you run?" So I can eat. So I can be normal. It's better than heroine. I run because I have no choice. Running drives me now. If I don't run, I begin to act like a reptile who needs a safe slimmy rock to hide under. Running keeps me thin, healthy and presentable to the world. My wife says I have E.D. Exercise dependancy is the condition in which a person is addicted to exercise. I have to run. It's as sacred as eating, sleeping, sex and drinking beer. I run because I have to.
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