The pollen is making me high....

I feel my feet pound the pavement, one rhythmic foot after another... I watch my shadow, laughing to myself, I do move to the sound of the music, my feet hit on the base line, my body turning slightly to the beat.. I watch my strong shoulders, the small twisting of my narrow waist, my arms held tense, gripping my phone and trying desperately to keep the cord from my radio from hitting me in the face. Still I hold my pose, that strong determined stance that gets me through these brutal workouts. I have always hated running, but my trip to London demanded I find a way to relieve stress and work off the booze.. and in those runs around Hyde Park I found a new friend and a new way to be free if only for an hour... The sun beats down as I round the corner, no longer guarded by the tree lined neighborhoods, I run along side the busy highway. My over sized sunglasses bounce on the bridge of my nose, they hurt, I can feel them bruising me... but they shield me from making eye contact with the passerbys. I can't look at anyone today. I just can't... It's a Beautiful Day ironically plays on the radio, and I feel myself caught in the mood of the song. My pace quickens and I lunge forward racing the invisible girl who runs beside me ever soo close... I love when a video is powerful enough to invade your psyche, I can almost feel the airplanes roaring overhead... I can almost feel the rush of air and hear the roar of the engines, perhaps it is just the race of the rush hour traffic that I am projecting, but I feel something shift... I feel a change in the climate, the heat has not dissipated but I feel a rush of freshness to the air.. I feel a renewed sense of energy.. I needed to run today... I needed to run away to regain me... sometimes when thing are soo fucked you have to run.... run, run,run, away... and once in while let the little invisible you catch up.. hold it close and remember who your really are....