my motivation had gone
i could no longer run
i sat there staring at
the wall playing back the
memories in my mind of
when i ran all day over
the moors chasing the
ghosts of the Brontes,
hoping to catch them and
tell their new stories to a
new and different world
i reached down and tied
my laces, stood up and
went outside. it was time
to run again and revisit
old places and old friends
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The Autistic FellRunner
I am a 52 year old male with a late diagnosis of Asperger's Syndrome. I enjoy writing in all forms about people and life. I enjoy running over the moors where my mind can be free from the stresses of everyday life. I am currently studying for a PhD in autism and aging. I hope you enjoy my writing and please feel free to leave a comment. Thank you for taking the time to visit my site.
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