To be read aloud
Usually I hate running.
I abhor it with a passion.
I would rather do 1000 push-ups than run a single mile.
But, sometimes I have a strong urge to run.
Run so fast and so hard that my heart might just explode.
Yet, I still desire to start running.
Running while screaming at the top of my lungs
Running till all the emotions I have locked up inside burst open
Running as if my life depended on it
Running like a gazelle being chased by a crazed lion
Running as if the world was crumbling behind me with each step
Running as if nothing on this Earth can get in my way
Running even if it means gasping wheezing choking
Running so that my tears fly in streams off of my face
Running till I can no longer move—
Running, just to see if I can.
Yes, sometimes I actually want to run.
Maybe one day I will.
Someday, I will just start running.
Running with urgency until my heart does explode; until I do collapse.
