Life Love&Stories

200 Meters To Go

June 13, 2016

I am not someone who has been dumped very many times, or even really one time, besides this one. So dealing with everything that goes along with that is proving to be more difficult for me than expected. In light of that, my mother suggested I start blogging about my bitterness. Here is the first bitterness blog post of many:

Today for the first time in my entire life, I chose to go for a run. If you know me at all, you know that running is not something that I willingly do. But today, out of anger and frustration and sadness, I ran.

I started out slowly, jogging down my street, but quickly began to run faster. I soon reached a busy intersection, turned, and ran down another street. It wasn’t until I was a few blocks away from home again that I finally stopped. Out of breath and sad, I looked up to see a newly renovated house that, only months prior, I had drunkenly crawled through with my friends, the boys claiming it to be their house. Today, it stands almost completed. I kept running.

I stopped when I got back to my own street, suddenly unable to run anymore. I began to walk slowly home, and in that moment, I was suddenly tearing up, unsure as to why. I started running again, sprinting, faster and faster, racing down my street and into my courtyard and up my front steps until I stopped, suddenly, at my front door, pulled out my key, and let myself inside.

Not everything has a meaning, but at least now I know I can run.

Xoxo, Willa


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