Now that I'm running more, the loneliness has crept back in. Really, Mara? Must we sip again? Isn't your thirst ever quenched?
Sit and have tea once more. At least you are company, even if you ask the hard questions. Twist my words and accuse me of being legalistic. Tell me I'm not a good friend.
Maybe if you challenge me enough, I'll find my resilience.
Until then, I run for no reason.