Running takes you away, into another world.
One you control.
Here, time is warped.
Shifted, ticking excruciatingly slower or insanely, much too fast.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
The watch can be a cruel master.
No one can truly see this world…
except for you.
The agony of the inner war waging,
workouts and races, outsiders don’t see.
They don’t FEEL.
But we do. Runners feel,
feel things others can’t imagine…
or would just rather choose not to.
Running’s world is at times painful,
but always magical.
Is a finicky world.
In the end we don’t fully control this world,
but merely, the decision of whether to enter it or not.
Drop down the rabbit hole, My Friends.