A/N: So it is once again an obscene hour of the morning and I can't sleep. My contacts aren't even prickling with sleepiness, so I bring to you the third installment of my newly created Therapy series. Thanks to axolotlgirl for the suggestion for this "therapy".
Running Therapy
She got home, another bad day behind her. She dropped her bag at the door and immediately went and changed into her running clothes. Then, she strapped on her iPod, placed the ear buds in her ear, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and headed back out the door.
She started off slow, building her pace, concentrating on nothing but her feet hitting the pavement, the wind in her face and the sweat on her brow. She began to feel the burn in her muscles and she welcomed it. Anything that would take her mind off the day's events was appreciated. She pushed herself harder and harder, until she was gasping for air, but she kept running.
He too came home distressed, throwing his bag on the floor, much like a frustrated first grader would. He went into his bedroom and changed into basketball shorts and a t-shirt. He grabbed his iPod and a bottle of water and headed back out the door.
He started by jogging in place, getting into the mindset. He too started off slow, but then built speed. He concentrated on the blurring scenery, letting his mind go anywhere but to the day's events. Then, he saw her, speeding like a demon was after her. He sped up and felt the familiar burn in the bottom of his lungs, courtesy of the pneumonic plague.
She heard the beating steps of someone behind her over the blaring music of her iPod. She didn't turn, she knew who it was. He soon caught up and matched her, step for step. She sped up, so did he. They ran like this for an hour, neither stopping to take a break.
Finally, his lungs had had enough and he slowed to a stop. He unscrewed the lid off of his bottle and took a tiny sip, he knew better than to chug it down, even if his body was demanding more. She realized that he was no longer beside her and backtracked to where he was standing. They were both covered in sweat, gasping for breath.
They didn't say anything to each other. They both stood there for what seemed like hours, catching their breath and stretching their muscles out. Once they had rested sufficiently, he laced his fingers through hers and they walked back to her apartment, still not speaking. They didn't need to.
A/N: So, did you like it? Please review. Also, if there are mistakes, do keep in mind that this was written at three in the morning. Just tell me and I will correct them.