I realized something, yesterday. I'm an endurance athlete.
I like the lonely. I like the burning. I like the thinking. I like feeling the rhythms of my body - the toughness of the first couple of miles, the relative ease as I work into the middle, the wiggly exhaustion of the last bit, and the burst of energy that sends me sprinting into the last couple of miles - this time, literally.
It's forgetting. It's the pure version of Me. It's accomplishment, in a world that consistently denies me any trophies.
It's the fact that I started this post at 9 AM...12 hours ago.