In case you missed my run home here it is again…Maybe I should change the title to the Zen of Running
Noise of Self-Deception and Fear by MW Hardwick
Darkness surrounds me on the run home
And I can feel the chill and icy rain
As my feet slip on the fallen leaves.
My breath is visible in the street light.
Then I stop to catch it…
And wonder what is the fear welling up in me…
Can I out run this? or do I need to just face what I am fearing?
Anxiety is not a friend or foe but where does it come from–
Is this reality or just something made-up in my mind?
I start to sing to over ride this stuff and my comfort is growing stronger.
My feet and legs move quicker and my heart beat finds a rhythm
So I know longer out running my breath…
I come upon the candy store dart in for a respite
I am half way home…
The owner looks…
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