I ran, and I didn’t know why, or form what, who, to where, I was running for the sake of running to nothing from nothing for nothing. I was avoiding nothing. The nothingness that is sure to come with compliancy. So I ran, I ran through the forest, barefoot, mud between my toes, I made it to the mountainside. The rock was smooth and slippery beneath my cakes heels, but I must go forward. There was a river that cut beneath the massive tribute to mother earth herself. So I swam, I ran and swam and paddled my arms and legs as hard as I had to, to get where I didn’t know. I run for the feeling of it, for the rush of the environment around me passing me by. The wind, blowing my dirty hair around, ruffling behind my ears, I run for the feeling of the earth against my feet, or my feet against the earth. I run to flee the world behind and hope to see something new over the horizon. I run to beat the sun, the moon, to chase the infinite stars in the shimmering night sky. I run past the playground, children laughing gleefully in the sunlight reflecting off the assortment of playthings scattered across the black top, I run past the high school, the adolescence finding who they are in locker notes and scribbles in textbooks, I run through the office buildings, the parents hum drum drumming along with the motions of the day, I run to the light of tomorrow, I run to the freedom that is in knowing that I know nothing about anything that might or will happen. I’m running to a new life, I’m fleeing the old. The start of the race ends with 6 years of preparation and now I am ready for the run of my life, and when it shall end is when I’ll have figured out the race itself.