When I'm in Bretonie, there's one thing I love to do there, that I hate doing in Paris. It's running.
When I run there, alone, with animals around, birds and rabbits... I do enjoy every second of it.
When I run, I don't know if it's to escape something, or to reach something. I like both concepts together. What I know is that I do not run calmly, lol... like slow motion to watch the surroundings, I need to push limits here.
My favourite part though is that break I make when my body just begs for it, just before getting on the way back. A few minutes for myself. Luxury.