Sometimes, when I run with my iPod earbuds in, I don’t even bother to turn my iPod on.
Sometimes, I just like to hear the chirping of the birds around me and the pounding of my Asics.
Sometimes, I like to feel like the world has decided not to bother me for a while.
Sometimes, I like to pick up my pace so I hear my breathing, aching.
Sometimes, I run away from, not towards.
Sometimes, I hate it.
Sometimes, very rarely, it’s what gets me out of bed in the morning.
Sometimes, I run to put off studying.
Sometimes, I run to better study.
Sometimes, I write crappy poetry, split infinitives and all.
Sometimes, most times, my iPod is on.  Podcasts sounding NPR’s favorites.