I run. (I don’t really)

I went on holiday a few weeks ago. You know, a break from work and all that, the dirge of working every day and getting up early. The shittiness of having sandwiches for lunch and seeing the same ugly and worn down faces every day. My ankle is my weak spot, I can feel the weakness, I can feel the part that is missing but while I was on holiday, the part that is missing grew stronger and I didn’t feel the pain and I felt capable of running for the first time in a very long time. I never. I walked a lot, on the beach, even though it was cold some days and even though the sea looked angry at the world. I came home. I don’t feel capable. 

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