Don't know

why I entitled this "happiness", all I want is sanity.

Running is the only thing that is keeping me somewhat sane. Without it I'd be dead.

The parallel between "running" and "running away" (from the realities of my life) is obvious, but I don't care. When I run and the few hours after are the only times I feel good, think straight and have hope.

If running is an escape or just my way of coping is irrelevant, it's the only thing keeping me going.