My Drug

By: Lauren Spagnoletti

The first two are always the same. I play mind games with the music. Finish this song before the next.

I do math. At this pace, I’ll hit the next mile eleven seconds sooner. Faster, and I’ll hit my goal in 27 seconds.

It’s all numbers until mile two.

And then, the zone.

The music’s no longer a crutch. It’s in my blood. I go faster so my legs match the tempo. More serotonin, I raise the incline. I drum to the song. I don’t mind being “that person.”

Not here, where I’m free. Where I leave all anxiety behind.

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