I ran. Not away from anything. I just ran. I didn't feel like walking. My feet are tired, my lungs hurt, and my legs feel heavy. I've always run a little ahead of the pack, but never quite at the front... usually by myself. Once in a while I sprint to the front, and other times I'll jog and mix with the pack; I can't stick too longer with either. And so I find myself now running, with the front-runners in view, the pack a distance behind me, and the only sound I hear is that of my own feet and the wind.

Somebody run with me. If only for a while.