Walking wasn't always exercise for me.
There was a time when it became the safest place to carry my anger.
When rage filled my body and I didn't know where to put it, I walked.
Not because walking solved anything.
Not because it made life easier.
But because it gave my body somewhere to place what my mind couldn't.
Hours later, I would return home.
The circumstances hadn't changed.
But something within me had.
Looking back, I don't think walking solved my problems.
It simply gave me enough space not to pass my suffering on to someone else.