She did her best to push everything out of her mind, choosing instead to focus by losing herself in the mere act of jogging. The utter repitition of picking up her feet and putting them back down again, one at a time, over and over, the scenery changing both suddenly and gradually, looking up and realizing over ragged breath that she'd come nearly two miles was therapy in and of itself. And to think that people pay for doctors, she laughed as she took and kicked forward again, her mind drifting away from running and where she was until reality jammed its way back into her life, jammed itself right and square and undeniable as before her she saw
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