But there’s something about running to a sunset. Maybe it was just a rare, early end to a weekday, or that I’d clocked a new personal best running a route purely on slopes, or both or none at all. The music was right, my feet weren’t hurting and there was that one stretch with the tall, lilting grass and the forest behind it, reaching for the ending rays of the day’s golden light.
Everything was okay, and everything was near perfect. There weren’t choices to make and decisions to take. There weren’t crossroads and routes to the future to mull about; emotions versus me in the next 10 years.
In that moment, as long as i kept on running, everything was okay.