Saturday, 26 July 2014

The drive home from Nicky's is bliss. 
It's 20 minutes of bliss. 
My legs are tired and seize up a bit from the run. 
I start to get cold and a bit shivery. 
It's quiet. No one is asking anything of me. 
A goofy smile widens as that chuffed with the run feeling sets in. 
It is bliss. 
And that's why I run.