When I'm running I like to imagine that I am in a dark and gloomy tunnel. All alone, I am surrounded by cold, hallow metal. As I press into the ground, shallow dirty water splashes up beneath my feet. Each step creates a "clink" sound which echos far behind me - into a deep past of failure and insecurity. Through fear and anxiety, I look up. I set my gaze directly in front of me and continue to press forward through the depths of the tu...
