Tuesday, 3 September 2013

I've been on the verge of tears all day. I've been dark. Even the boys laughter has been making my head hurt. I have more anger and sadness than I've had for a while. 

And I don't want to run. 

I want to give up. I want to say "no more". I'm done. "No more". 

But bloody Nicky is turning up. So I have to. 

And there she is. Turning up for the run. I fake a smile and lace up my shoes and head out the gate. 

4 steps, 6 steps, 8 steps. And it is all in my dust. I don't even recognise the woman from the afternoon. Who is that woman? Tired. Broken. Dark. 

The run is my drug. It's my happy pill. 

5 Ks done. 

A juicy chat and a good pace and it's done. 

If you're done... Run. 

There's a t-shirt in that.