oh running...

... how I've missed you.

The smooth and even breathing, the wind in my ears, the pounding of the pavement. Even the ache in the knees. It's never the same on a treadmill at ridiculous hours. If I'm going to run that late or that early it should at least give me pleasure.

A HotDoc made me think that every situation has two stories. It's never really as it seems. But the truth always comes out.

Even if it is a box of tapes.