About many things.
Recent situations.
Past situations that drudged themselves up again.
Mad.
So I went for a run because 1) I'm in training, and 2) to burn off my anger.
Except I spent 0% of the time worrying about what I'm mad about.
Instead...
I listened to my footsteps.
I felt the thick, humid air.
I watched as sweat beads formed.
I felt my breath. Smooth. Even. Controlled.
I felt my heart. Strong. Stable. Sure.
I glided with an easy cadence. My legs dependable. True.
I forgot about being mad.
I just ran.
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