I pound the pavement, push myself uphill, savour the downhills. I cherish the sweat and relish the accelerated heart rate. Every sight, every sound, every smell makes me feel more alive.
While running, I work through my demons. Fear and anger, frustration and grief, envy and doubt: one by one, they lose their hold on me. I pound them into the ground, stomping on them as they try to grab on again. On the roads and sidewalks, on the hills and trails of Austin, I leave them bleeding on the ground. They will not conquer me. At the end of a run, the demons are gone, replaced by exhaustion and elation, joy and accomplishment. And only the tear tracks on my face are the memorial to the fight it was to leave them all behind.
And I run on. Every hill a new challenge. Every day a new chance. Every step a new victory.
It's cheaper than therapy.
It's available without a prescription.
It makes me more fun to be around.
It makes me better.
I can take it as often as I want.
And at the end of the day, I am the boss of my demons instead of them being the boss of me.
My name is Su, and I'm a runner.