This Is Where You’ll Find Me: Anywhere My Feet Can Run

Malik Ranthee
Malik Ranthee

I’ve always loved to run.
To lose myself in the pounding of feet on pavement.

I love when I take off and suddenly feel every muscle in my body, every cell, every ounce of energy pulsing through my veins.

I love the way an open road feels, or even on a treadmill, how time seems endless, unbreakable.

I love the catch in my breathing, especially right before my natural adrenaline kicks in and pushes me beyond my limits.

I even love the irony of running: the freedom of an open road, yet the control of my breathing, of my footing, of every single step.

I like knowing that I’m the one who controls the outcome.
That with every intake of breath, I can speed up or slow.

I like knowing that I set the pace. That I am the one who knows just how far I can push, or when to quiet my mind and let my body take over.

Running makes me feel grounded, safe.
But running also makes me feel wild.

I am steady, consistent, strong.
But I am also free.

One foot in front of the other with no set destination, no map.
Just feet on pavement, moving forward, letting go.

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Marisa is a writer, poet, & editor. She is the author of Somewhere On A Highway, a poetry collection on self-discovery, growth, love, loss and the challenges of becoming.

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