When i need to go for a run, but depression is making me hide in the house, my dog gives me this look that says "hi, let's go run". That's the kind of shit everyone wants to see on a stupid poster or in a magazine ad for some shoes that probably won't help you go faster or farther, but will match the running pants you've already purchased from that company.
When i am running with that same wistfully looking dog, we pass a lot of strangers. She is happy to growl and lunge at any of them that look at her crooked. That is something no one can accept on a poster or in an ad...people will hurt you and gladly...stranger=danger. When we run late at night and see a shadow in the near distance, i will imagine that i have to run for my life.
That shadow is a zombie, a drunk driver or some raper-murderer and i need to move my ass NOW! i have sometimes run so late and so tired that this pretending has felt real and i have run til i cried...and survived.
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