Running.
It's what I do. It's what I know. I've been doing it for years. Time after time I was able to get away. Then it caught up to me. Once the cuffs were on I knew I was done for. No more running. I had to face reality. Running could only get me so far, but behind me my past was chasing me.
Next thing I know I'm stuck on an island. Even on the island I wanted to run. And I did. I ran from myself. I tried to hide who I really was, but just like my running, it didn't last very long. But no one kept that label for me. I was simply Kate. This was my new life. I had the chance to start over. Being on that island made me realize who the person I wanted to be and who I could be. I was tired of running and I didn't have to do it here. No more sneaking around and no more changing names. I was home.
Then some how, we had gotten off the island, back to reality. Turns out I was still wanted. I guess it was just wishful thinking that they would just forget about me. Luckily they felt sorry for me and let me off on ten years probation and wasn't allowed to leave California. I was so happy. But the thought of running came to my mind again. If I was able to sneak my way across the country for years, trying to get out of California would be a breeze. I need to plan this all out.
So here I am doing what I do best. Running. I'm at a pretty good pace right now. I wipe the sweat that's dripping down with the back of my hand and I squint as the sun is brightly shinning. Where am I going? I don't really know. I just go. I go where the wind leads me.
After a few minutes I finally reach my destination. I take a second to catch my breath, I am right on time. I open the back door and slip inside. I head upstairs to take a quick shower. I take a look in the mirror and smile. I've been doing this for years, yet this time it was different.
I head back downstairs to the kitchen and smile yet again. I walk into the kitchen seeing my daughter being fed by my husband. "Morning." "Morning." I smile. "Morning baby." I say kissing the top of her head. "What is she eating?" "Her favorite mashed mango and guava." He smiles feeding her another bite. "You love your guava just like daddy, don't you Leah." "I made you some coffee." "Thank you." I say kissing him. "Alright Leah a few more bites then you're done. Then we can get you cleaned up and get you ready so we can visit Uncle Hurley." The chubby baby looked up at her father and gave a toothless smile.
This is what I ran to. This is what I was running for. No more running across borders, no more running away from my past. The only thing to run for is what's ahead of me. I'm happy now and that's all that matters. I simply run because it makes me feel free. I run so that I can think to myself and have a peace of mind. It's hard being Kate Shepard and mommy. I need to be able to deal with what's before me. And that's why I run. It helps me think about what's ahead and how to deal. With it I wouldn't be here.
Running. It's what I do. It's what I know.
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