Whenever things got hard, or complicated, or just not completely pleasant, I would run.
When my parents began to argue every night, and plates got thrown around, I ran to my grandmother.
When my grades began to slip, and my college opportunities became limited, I ran to the city.
When my friend began to demand I stop crashing on their couch, either paying up or getting out, I got out and ran to wherever.
Until finally, with nowhere left to run to, I finally faced facts and made a stand.
Now I’m running all the time, to avoid the cops…