Walking
It is mid October when I stop running. Right before the race, and I had run ten miles one morning like it wasn't a problem. The thing is, when your mind stops wanting it, your body does too. The phrase "mind over matter" doesn't work that well for me. So I stopped running around Clark Park.
It is late November when we walk around a new city together and you tell me stupid, unreal facts about the monuments and statues we see. I never thought I'd be able to do this without an overwhelming feeling of anxiety sticking in my stomach, but here we are and I feel safe.
It is the beginning of January, the very first day, when we stopped talking. I share what you said with my best friend as I sit on her bed and she folds laundry. She has a heated blanket, at least.
All I have is one foot in front of the other on this journey of life.
It is late November when we walk around a new city together and you tell me stupid, unreal facts about the monuments and statues we see. I never thought I'd be able to do this without an overwhelming feeling of anxiety sticking in my stomach, but here we are and I feel safe.
It is the beginning of January, the very first day, when we stopped talking. I share what you said with my best friend as I sit on her bed and she folds laundry. She has a heated blanket, at least.
All I have is one foot in front of the other on this journey of life.
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