My quiet mind

Inside of my mind, when I start running, there's a beat going. Today it is our recent Eurovision song. It gets me on a great pace. Eventually, it fades away, and I'm left with my pulse, my breathing, my feet beating against the ground, my arms pumping. The children playing football in the background become pleasant strums of positive energy. My endorphins increase, the time I've been running adds up, I start running faster, and I forget to swerve around the huge puddle of water. As I near the end of my run, I can't wait to stop. I walk home, careless. But then my mind fills up again and I wish I were still running.