Am I running towards or from something?

Every time I run, I think that one day I will write about it. The day has come.

I found the perfect 30 minutes track.  From home, I run behind the last houses and take the straight, long road towards the forest. Last week there was a dead dog on one side of the street. I got scared the first time, kept my breath and avoided looking the times after that. Today, he was gone, just some bones left. Only the cars that pass by scare me now; with my music on I cannot hear them approaching but my heart skips a beat when they are right next to me.

My brother has a playlist I always listen to. It has 2Pac, Phil Collins, some REM and towards the end AC/DC and other metal bands. I almost never get to the hard songs, they are 50 minutes into the run and by then, not even hard rock can get me to speed as I am already in my steady, zen zone.

When I run I sometimes think, other times I just drift away. I mostly enjoy it but it also feels like hard work every so often. And I still don't know: am I running towards or from something?