It has been nine days since my last jaunt to the track. I haven’t been running after that. I had my shoes cleaned and placed inside its box. Am I giving up running? Not really. And I’m not going to say that I’m taking a break. I had all the break I’d need.
For the past few days, I’m filled with trepidation and instead of finding solace in doing my runs, I opted to stay put.
Do I miss it?
I can not put into words how much I miss my runs but still not enough, to make me act on it. I mean, I’m not doing anything about it. I remained impassive.
out of reach
It used to be that, I’m always filled with excitement and anticipation, looking forward to it. I exhausted myself into talking about every single run I had. Now, there’s nothing much to say. 
Whatever happen to “ I love running. 
“ and all sorts of declaration. I guess they are not enough to rouse me from this temporary hitch I go myself into.
Anyway, I know I’m not going to turn my back on running. This is just a minor setback.
Sometimes, whether I like it or not, “shit happens” ( Forrest Gump).
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