She runs

It is almost midnight on Friday.  I have a friend who has decided to run 50k tomorrow.  No that wasn't a typo and no, she isn't being chased.  At least not by anyone or anything in this reality.  In her reality is another story entirely.  She runs from the blob and she runs from her awful past.  She runs from her thoughts that spin wildly out of her control.  She runs.  Not figuratively, but literally, through levels of pain even I can't imagine.  She runs.  All weather, all hours of the day and night, she runs.  It's what she does.  She takes a lot of heat for all of this running.  She never stops.  She never quits.  So, the irony is, while she is busy doing all this running, the woman I know never runs from anything.