Running

35…40…46…49…52…56…63…67…72…75! A steady 75 strides a minute, second level resistance and 24 stride length. She had to run. To run as fast as her body would let her; She had to get away. She wanted to run faster than her emotions could keep up with her. She wanted to run so fast all she could feel was the burning of her calves as she forced them in elliptical motions until her lungs finally gave way and she would collapse. She imagined him watching her run. What would he say? Would he see her power, would he feel it and think how heroically determined she was? Or would he, as he so often did, look right through her and see that she was simply running. Running away from all the emotions she tried so hard not to have anymore. She gave up emotions years ago and after a mild sabbatical in counseling, forced herself to feel again. The only problem was that she seemed to forget how to control her emotions; to not be consumed by them. He had done this to her and she knew he could see it, feel it just as she did and that scared her. Why couldn’t she just let him go?