racing hearts and ragged bones

I've been for a run every single day. It's not easy, but it feels really great. I borrowed toby's good quality headphones and turn my ipod on shuffle and away i go.
I forgot how awesome it is to run while listening to music. My mind wanders away from all it's worries and doubts and just floats in some surreal ether of momentum and music.
Running the train track is great too because i am totally alone out there. Houses and woods on one side and the lake on the other. I can hardly wait till my body springs into action and i can run for longer than 20-30 minutes.
I want to run every single day, i want to always be running, i want to be like forrest and run until i just don't.
I forgot what it feels like to have a racing heart. Well, not completely. My heart races all the time from anxiety, but that is more of a trying to leap right out of my body to escape the terror. The heart that races from running pushes and inspires and fills my head with that pure bliss of oxygen.