beat, beat, beat

I realized it again today.

In my Tuesday/Thursday cardio workout. I found myself sprinting after
running the first mile.

My heart racing,
breathing fast,
the swarm of feeling as if I
was lifting off,
as breeze
brushed
beside my sides.

I have always enjoyed running. I held the school record in junior high for the 400 hurdles for years.
Then, I always thought it must have been something
cliched in symbolism. My running away-
Escaping.

Now, I believe, it is
solely the mere sense of
flight. The constant thoughts
ceasing in my head. The
blood surging with oxygen through
my body. And, yes,
escape.