Running is the only thing that makes my life tick.
I love how air parts for my arrival; how wind streamlines my curls into a whip behind me; how my muscles strain from running too fast; how the world blurs into a homogeneous picturesque scene; how time seems to stop.
And how it provides me with an illusion to escape from reality.
I love running for the illusion it gives me.
Yeah, like which nutcase will like something for an illusion