
Something stirred deep within my soul this morning as I was walking to the Library from my English class. It was the desire to run again. I ran Cross Country all four years in High School and not running this year has finally hit me. The smell of the trees and the concrete reminds me of it the most. I spent so many long hours after school running, pounding the pavement with every step alongside my teammates. I miss it. I miss them. I miss the shadowy fragments of sunlight that caressed my skin as I ran. It's something indescribable that burns within me, an eternal flame. Running is my healing, my strength, and my soul. Running is who I am. Yet, all I have to remind me of it are the confines of my new campus, baiting me, and calling me back to my passion...to run.
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