My running shoes have become giant erasers on my feet.
Every footstrike rubs away some memory of a previous indiscretion
with food or smoke or drink. Every successful mile releases me from
the grip of the demons of failure. Every starting line is another chance
to prove that my past will not determine my future.
Every footstrike rubs away some memory of a previous indiscretion
with food or smoke or drink. Every successful mile releases me from
the grip of the demons of failure. Every starting line is another chance
to prove that my past will not determine my future.
Music. 