Running into the storm.

When the skies are black, the wind pushing me backwards,

everyone and everything around me running away in the opposite direction.

Yet I continue on, step by step to the heart of the dark, looming, ominous unknown.

Is there a doubt in some capacity? Yeah, of course there is. When everyone around you is acting in unison, doing the same thing,

any rational mind's going to stop and ask why. Do they know something I don't know? Perhaps,

yet I continue on.

Initially, the struggle isn't even physical.

Rain drops fall, the temperature cools, the wind intensifies.

I have to put a little more emphasis into every step, but there's no pain.

At the beginning, the struggle is mental. It's a war of ideas, that unsettling feeling in your stomach.

And whatever this is, this darkness overhead, it's certainly out of their comfort zone.

Should it be out of mine? Am I brave or crazy?

Wise or naive? Living on the edge or just being stupid?

How fine is that line?

Why expose yourself when the world takes shelter?

What should I be afraid of?

The water, the sound of thunder, the one in 280 million odds of a lightning strike?

Why can't I completely separate my endeavors from theirs?

Am I just wired to care this much? Man, just run. Turn up the music, add the miles, count the steps.

Remember, I will understand why I'm doing this. This seemingly trivial pursuit. I know the pieces will add up. They always add up. Eddie, just trust yourself. Push through the heaviness in your legs. Isolate the fear, the anxiety, the emotion that causes humans to act on impulse, to act irrationally.

Your job isn't to follow precedent here.

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