There's something about running.

Something that grabs me and won't let go. Something inside me. Maybe it's addiction. Maybe it's the endorphins. Maybe I'm just slightly crazy. Or maybe a lot crazy. Whatever it is, I can't get it out of me, and to be honest, I don't want it to ever leave. I want to run, I want to feel the wind in my face, the ground beneath my feet, the sweat dripping down my face. The deep breathes of fresh air, the feeling of tapping into something deep inside me. I want to go fast.