Some hate to run. The Road and I have a special connection. For a few years in my 20s, running was all I had. It was just me and the four mile stretch of asphalt near my home. I loved that path. I miss that path, but not the life in which it was held. There was no judgement on that road. Just me and my shoes, and some tunes. It was solace. I'd like to make it such again.

My body hates it right now. I am not in the best running shape, but I'm getting back there. I'm 30... man, that is hard to write down and I think I'll frown when I say it out loud until I'm 31. I'll probably have a different sort of frown at my age then. I need to lose about ten pounds to be more effective, but, I'm going to get my body back into running shape so I can share it with the Road. I don't need to run marathons, but I need that relationship back. It was the best relationship I've ever had. The Road isn't mad at me if I'm in a bad mood and don't want to talk, if I don't have any make-up on, or if I didn't do my hair. It doesn't even care if I stink. I can dress as uncoordinated as I like, and the Road is still happy to see me. It is a bit harder on me if I don't show up for a few days, but soon forgives. I need this relationship back. I'm pretty sure it's the only one I can't completely destroy. I can mistreat it, but it always takes me back. It's time I were better to the Road.