Running had always been an escape, and after hearing the news, I gave it all I had, maybe a little more.

Stopping after the pain became unbearable, I shuffled into the house like an aging prize-fighter, limping and beaten.

It was then that I realized, my true injuries lay in a deeper, more hurtful place.

My heart, once capable of inspiring others so completely, could no longer inspire so much as itself.

It beat now only out of habit.

It beat now only because it could.

Me---Wonder Boys