going for a run was just an excuse, but perhaps it was exactly what he needed to dispel his thoughts. the crisp evening air burning his lungs as he pushes himself the extra lap, swaying any of feelings that could soon threaten to bubble up. he wasn't running from his problems, he thinks, he was just running in a circle. and it wasn't much nor would it last, for he would need to take a break somewhere at some time, but it was enough.