Too much weight, too many thoughts, too much pressure in the chest with nowhere to go. That is where the run begins. You leave some of it out there because holding it all in was never going to work. You put the pressure into motion. You let the body do something with what the mind keeps tightening. What was trapped inside gets a direction: forward, upward, into the ground beneath you. The run may not fix what waits for you when it is done. Still, for a while, it makes room. Room to breathe. Room to be. Room where the void was.