THREE YEARS LATER
I let myself take the rhythm of the music. I'm trying to follow the beat of my current track and close into the shell that grows around me, leaving all thoughts out and keeping my mind blank as I race over the paved trail. I stomp the ground with force and let the vibration on my calves fill me with the energy I crave whenever I run. I can feel the wind on my face and how it flattens my hair to my skull. It is so short currently that I don't even care about how it looks while I run. It has been one of the best and worse decisions I've made.
I smile whenever someone realizes it is me and not some random girl in front of them. It shakes them, and some even hesitate to ask about the change, a change I welcome.
I pass the old jogging couple, and I press harder. I'm trying
