Running

.. always running. 

Running to free my mind. Does that mean I'm running away? 

Hardly. Even if I try, there are just some things I can't seem to escape.

The physicality of running helps, temporarily. The endorphins released replace the high I used to obtain in other ways. The soreness felt the next day is a different kind of pain that reminds me that I've done something healthy to my body instead of something hurtful. 

Mentally, I'm distracted. The sadness, stress, and anxiety is all forgotten- temporarily, as I am forced to focus on placing one foot in front of the next, mustering all my will power to keep me going. There's no stopping and no looking back. A constant forward movement, something I desire to feel each day. 

My mind and body, all that I truly own. Both are fully enveloped in this battle of mind over matter. I just might be addicted.. but at least this addiction is improving my health, which is more than I can say about previous addictions.