Hold The River Banks Up

She quickly made a sharp right away from the river to a
destination that was undetermined, a route that she was unfamiliar
with. Leaving the main road she noticed that she found herself on
the street that connected the river to the lake; she picked up her
pace again. She had already ran 8 miles that morning and she had
no idea how long it would take to get to the lake but that’s where
she was headed, that is where the pain took her. She had driven
there before, from the lake to the river and from the river to the
lake but never had she thought about running the entire distance.
Unknowingly she had already covered 13 miles and she
was half way there when it happened. Her body shut down. She had
never ran that much, that fast, that quick. She came to an abrupt stop,
kneeled over and everything came up. Her breakfast, her tears, her
regret, her sweat; all of it came out. It felt as if every drop of water that
was in the river came out of her eyes. Every meal that they shared
together came out of her mouth. Every amount of energy that she
put into their relationship sweated out through her pores. She felt
relieved. She felt lighter. She stood up straight, cracked her back
stretched a couple times and stepped away from the mess that was
left on the pavement. She started to run toward the lake. Toward a
body of water that she was unfamiliar with, to a body of water that
she knew nothing about but wanted to touch for the first time.
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