The Runner

I used to run marathons. Every year, like clockwork, I ran the Comrades, the Two Oceans…if it required you to run until you dropped, I ran it. I even ran the London Marathon, the year before it all went to shit. I loved it, you know? The feel of your feet hitting the pavement like drums, your heart in your ears…

Well, I still run, but nobody’s giving medals anymore.