Running the pain away

...so this is the start of something... maybe.

I'm intending this to be a bit of a creative writing blog.

I need to commit to a frequent update - I have no idea how frequent.

But I figure if I'm going to start this creative writing shenanigan, then I'd better practice.

Oh, let me know what you think - be more constructive with your feedback however if you're planning on writing "d00d, UR lik, TEH SUCKETH"; such comments will be filed appropriately.

Today's episode: Running the pain away - a brain dump.


He closed the door and left chaos inside. Runners, sweat pants, iPod, headphones, house key, blame, all check. Okay, great, now what?
Forcing himself onto the footpath outside, he stumbled into a walk trying to convince himself that this was his time, not anyone else's, and all that rubbish he'd just walked out of at home was not going to make him think about everything that wasn't his fault.
Rounding the first corner, he broke into a sprint. He ran and ran until it hurt so much he couldn't tell the pain in his leg from the pain in his heart. Sweat beaded down his face like tears, the ground was slapping him in the feet (face?) for every infraction he'd performed that day.
At the fourth corner, he slowed to a jog, catching his breath and remembering to breathe slowly - out and in, out and in. He dropped again to a walk by the fifth corner, thinking as deep as his breathing about everything he'd caused to go wrong that day.
Rounding the ninth, tenth, and eleventh corners, he pushed himself back into a light run, working out what should happen next - a debate? A reasoned discussion? Punch-ons?
The last corner arrived and he wrestled with himself whether to run or walk. Electing to walk, he breathed again, made the last distance, and prepared himself to apologise, and fix this mess he'd made.