“Heaven forbid, you end up alone”

Since I’ve regularly resumed running, something has been so readily apparents, so overwhelmingly flagrant, I must exude it.
The masses are fixated on stress. Not just the stress that comes up from the duties of one’s daily toil. But a degree of frustration, both voiced and cloaked, that is fundamentally unhealthy. I have met a few people in the last few days, whom defy this, but for the vast majority of my encounters, I find people are quite frustrated.

That is my observation, nothing more.

It is medically demonstrated, that the heart and body are fused. But today, a dichotomy was inherently manifest.

Yesterday, I initially was going to do a light elliptical workout at my new gym. But I woke up, and with the optimistic ideals of a weekend to come, I decided to get my long run done on this 90+degree day in the city. Armed only with my iPod and my Mobil SpeedPass, I ventured.

It was a total of 16 miles, going as far as two cities over, and ending at a breathtaking lake, which for the moment goes nameless. Runners abound encircled it. Beaten dirt paths encapsulate tall and regatta ships. For the moment, I forgot I had another 8 miles to go.

I then turned around. At about mile 14, my head began to pulsate. I forefitted the iPod. The decibel level near the lights was astronomical. Jack hammers and paving trucks must have made the gross temperature over 110 degrees.

I then just poured the rest of my bottle of endurance formula over my head, in efforts to alleviate the sweltering temperatures.

I made it back, here. But now the elements of my soul are fused again. And I’m alone