That's who you are and always will be.
I once ran to avoid my problems; now I'd like to run toward them. I channel the frustration and wrath within into sweaty t-shirts and unlaced shoes. Whereas I once froze in fear and regressed into myself, I now recognize the Labrador inside of me: I refuse to let the Sun set on my anger. And this is where my human heart is in conflict with itself, for I wish to avoid speaking evil yet my grievances still escape my mouth in bouts of fury. Once, just once, I'd like to bark back one day with a voice as loud as Charles'. I'd like to stand up for myself and run headfirst into confrontation. The heart is willing but the soul is not.
Today's mile time: five minutes, twenty-four seconds.