Vee's POV:
In the time it takes me to get home, I have gone from upset, to determined, to outright angry. What is wrong with men?
I get inside and have to resist slamming the door. I have a lot of pent up aggression that I need to relieve. I decide to go for a run. It's not something I often do. I much prefer going to the gym and lifting weights. But today the idea of pounding the pavement and feeling the cool blast of the fresh air in my face is appealing.
I change into my gym kit and take off. I put some music on through my earphones to help me to focus on something different and I run. I run and run. I have no idea how long for or what distance. I lose myself in the burning sensation of working my body. My heart is pumping, my muscles are straining, the cold air is reaching my lung
