Somehow I knew this would happen. I celebrated too early. Wished well too quick. Happiness not. I ended up being wrong. To push out my anger I turned to the tread. Not to walk. To hell with that. I turned to the tread to do what I do best; to do what I have sorely missed. I turned to the tread to run. Simply run. Screaming to ‘Paint It Black’ and angry sirsy songs and songs about Stupid Mouths I pushed my tired body and seething heart to pick up the pace and pick up my feet. I’m out of shape. I’m way out of touch with what it means to really movemovemove. It hurt. I hated. I should have had something to bite down on. Bear my teeth and draw blood. Instead I looked at a purple sticker and thought about the pain. A 12 minute mile soon became 11.5 and then 11. Still slow as molasses, but able to stick with it for three measly miles 35 minutes later.
So. So, it was only three miles but I stepped off the tread feeling vindicated, feeling somewhat stronger. I still have the hate and the hurt but the run has brought back the healing.
~*LunaSea*~ 
Oh no … I hate to think about what could have made you so angry!!?
It is amazing how crazy things can get in the matter of hours!
and then slowly … things will get better when you are barely paying any attention. You’ll see.
You are oh so right. I haven’t heard a thing about my friend, but I think in his case, no news is good news; I have decided to approach my boss about the Just Cause walk & we are still negotiating with the seller on the closing date…not as bad as it was a few days ago!