I'm gonna run.
That's what I do...when I get frustrated, bored, excited, angry, ambitious, sad, energized.
It's in my blood. Is that bad? I grew up running. Always new places, new people, new experiences. Running was the answer to anxiousness. Get it out.
I feel it coming... My leg is constantly moving like a sewing machine. I'm ready to run.
Where next? Hawaii? Atlanta? Patagonia? Alaska? Greece? Australia?
I'm gonna run.
Come and get me.
3 comments:
Atlanta. Definitely.
You go girl!
I found literary brilliance in this post. Teach me how to write blogs. Rephrase: teach me how to write.
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