running – On the Outside Looking In

Stop Running

I remember some years, I was at the gym. I was on the second floor, cycling. The exercise bicycles happened to overlook the area where

I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to

“My mama always said you gotta put the past behind you before you can move on. I think that’s what all my running was about.”