Soul cleansing run

I went to the gym yesterday. The weather out here was fantastic and I just felt the need for a good run. I set the treadmill and started out slowly. I could feel the stress and craziness of the past few days melting away. I picked up speed as my arms and legs pumped in unison to The Bravery and White Stripes. I was rounding into mile 3 when I just started crying. Full on sobs. I couldn't stop running and that just propelled my crying. I don't know what it was. I looked like a lunatic. I didn't really care either. Whatever it was I just needed to get it out...to literally run it out of my body. I wanted to quit and I said no. Hell no. I kicked up the speed and pushed harder. My breathing became intense and my quads were on fire. Tears and sweat blurred my vision and I closed my eyes as I moved into a full sprint. I felt the belt slow and threw my arms up like Rocky, literally, as I shifted down to a jog. I was panting and red. I stopped the belt, bent over and breathed in deeply. It took me a minute to regain my composure.

The man on the treadmill next to me looked over curiously, and then continued his pace without so much as a second glance. I suppose most people get on the mill, start crying at full sprint, and proceed to collapse on themselves all the time....or just nutty people who don't address their emotions like me.