Today I sprinted 16 laps round a school track near my place, which comes up to 6.4km. Cos I wanted to prove that being a treadmill queen doesn't mean I can't run outdoors. Cos the urge to run has manifested in a tight knot clenching my heart which I must undo. Cos time is suspended when I run, and the only thought that surfaces is keeping track of laps. Cos a pebble has rippled upon the pond of my consciousness and I'm biding time till it sinks.

Cos I won't do anything else, I run.