This is my happy place

Gone is the clomp, clomp, clomp of heavy footsteps
Gone is the awareness of gasping for oxygen
Gone is the thump, thump, thump of my pounding heart
Gone is the ability to tell speed
Gone is the overheating daylight
Gone is the ability to differentiate sweat from rain
Gone is the need to hide the bouncing from passersby
Gone is the "mom," "mom," "mom" needs at home
Gone is the forseen distance to go and the hill to climb
Gone is the worry
Gone is the stress
Gone is the defeat

Night run in the rain.
Blackness envelopes and I'm alone with my thoughts of empowerment.
Drowning music. Methodical. Therapeutic.
My favorite.