Steady. The rhythm of the foot falls, pounding the sidewalk. There was a Nike ad which says that the essence of running is that brief moment when neither foot touches the ground. I like that. I like to think I am flying.
The waiting had been agonizing, but it's all settled now. I saw V this week, even though she was obviously unwell. She only had to smile at me, and I knew everything was going to be alright. We only had to share a joke, and suddenly I had the courage to face the world outside.
The pain has shifted. I went running every day this week until there were blisters on my feet, and still I kept running, kept pushing, as if physical pain is my salvation. It is my salvation.
I'm off next week to Auckland for a business trip. It'll be a nice change of pace. I'll bring my running shoes of course.