My steps were smooth, quick, and simple. My breath kept even. My heartbeat was a slow 140 beats per minute, according to my heart rate monitor. The grass below my feet was wet from last night’s harsh rainstorm. I was running in Big Shunga Park, where I typically do my morning runs. The trails are vast and all over. I have calculated a forty minute route of which I run five days a week.
Ian Brannan's blog
For the past couple of days, I have been feeling kind of down. You see, I am at the time in my life where the great majority of my friends are getting into serious relationships, and even getting married, while I have been single for a while with no real hope of finding anyone in the near future. I know what you may be thinking: what does this have to do with writing, or being creative in any sort of way? I promise though, I do have my reasoning.