Devin Kelly | Longreads | September, 2020 | 16 minutes (4,304 words)
Read more by Devin Kelly! Check out his first Longreads essay "Running Dysmorphic" and his second, "What I Want to Know of Kindness."
I started to come apart sometime after midnight. I was cold, shiver-sweating, and shuffling alone on my 35th two-mile lap around a farm 40 miles west of Savannah, Georgia. I'll back up in a second, and offer some context. But, for now, let's remember the loneliness, and the absurdity. Let's remember the darkness and how the stars looked like light shining through a thousand pinpricks in the vast blueblack tapestry of the night sky. And let's remember how, when I shifted my head-lamped gaze from the few feet right in front of me to the big sky above, hoping to have a moment with the stars and witness something beautiful, the headlamp erased them, and I became a single low beam of light caught in the act of disappearing. Let's remember how that felt: to expect something so great and be faced with its opposite.
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