Let Them Run

She kept running until her legs were paining, her head was spinning, with the wind flowing past her in the opposite direction. She kept running not caring about her heart racing, drops of sweat rolling down her face, neck and shoulders. As she kept running physically, her mind was running with thoughts. Innumerable thoughts. Full of choices. When her legs decided not to cooperate with her, she stopped running, hoping that her thoughts would stop running wild too. However, it didn't happen much to her disappointment. She pulled in a deep breath and forced herself to move forward. She forced herself to control the urge to stop. She forced herself to resume running. Her physical fatigue may exhaust her completely, she only wished to exhaust her thoughts. She and running shared a bond. She'd run for pleasure. She'd run for fun. She'd run for distraction. But today, it was not working. But she wasn't the one to give up. She started to run, and a gasp escaped her. Her feet were hurting. She closed her eyes in frustration. She continued to run. This time, she let the pain engulf her senses. But she concentrated only on her thoughts. Physically she was drained out. Out of the many possibilities in her head, she had to choose only one. As she ran past the streets she grew up in, she had eyes only ahead. To prevent getting hurt. She didn't look sideways, she looked only at the path ahead. She realised this and soon she realised that the possibilities in her mind were all running towards one single destination. But as her thoughts raced many went sideways and there's this only one persistent option going ahead along with a fresh set of options. In that moment, she knew, what she wanted. She knew, what she needed. She knew, how she's going to do it. Her pace automatically slowed, her surroundings automatically became clear and she no longer felt dazed. She smiled and took the first turn in her way, heading back home. Running really has a bond with her, after all.