you know you can make it past the first mile marker to the next. yes. through the woods, past the hungry bears and stupid ass old boyfriends pretending they were romeos when, really, they were frogs.
haul ass up those hills and over to the next one, past the "no, you can't", "you suck", and "break-up monologues"...leave sneaker prints on those words because, really, they're fueled by fear with a hint of stupidity.
see the runner up ahead and reel them in 'til you pass them. see the goal up ahead, trying its best to keep you out of reach. catch that tail feather and stuff it in your pocket, pull up to the next one and do the same...
run. even when you're sitting still, or busy at work, or sleeping, or eating...run.