"David Moody - Trust" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moody David)

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 Part I
ARRIVAL




1




Once I get outside IтАЩm fine.

All the nervousness, the trepidation and the apprehension disappears in seconds. You just keep
putting one foot in front of the other.

People ask me why I run but I never give them a straight answer. I never give them an honest answer.
I give them all the usual bullshit about keeping fit and healthy and I might tell them that I run because itтАЩs
good to get out and find all those places you canтАЩt get to by car. When youтАЩre running, I sometimes tell
them, youтАЩre everything and youтАЩre nothing. You donтАЩt matter to anyone but yourself. You can run past a
hundred people and none of them know how far youтАЩve run or how much youтАЩre hurting. I tell people
that I like to run because I like the quiet. I tell them I like to be on my own. I sometimes tell them that I
like to think, but I never tell anyone what I think about.

I left home just under half an hour ago. There were a few grey clouds on the horizon. Now the entire
sky is almost completely black and I know that in a couple of seconds the sun will disappear. ThereтАЩs a
lone pocket of blue sky above me which is about to be swallowed up by dark clouds attacking it from all
directions. IтАЩve seen this happen before when a stormтАЩs been brewing. The clouds suddenly stop
following each other and start to criss-cross the sky at different heights and different speeds.
Unpredictable and unstoppable.
 My legs are aching and my head is pounding. The atmosphere is heavy and oppressive and thereтАЩs a
cold wind suddenly gusting all around me.

Christ, here it comes. IтАЩve done almost four miles and IтАЩm soaked with sweat and now here comes
the rain to make the last mile and a half home even more difficult. IтАЩve run down sheltered streets lined
with buildings and footpaths covered by a canopy of trees but itтАЩs only now that IтАЩm out here with no
protection that the rain is really beginning to pour down. ThereтАЩs nothing I can do but keep on running.
The harder I push myself, the sooner IтАЩll be home.