Running in Place

Am I running to fast? The sand must think so as it's slowing me down. The sand's always been my enemy when I run, yet it's my best friend. I look behind me, searching for a figure, but there's nothing just older couples walking their dog. It's him I long to see, him I know will never be. With my head down, I run a little faster, running away from a past that never seems to disappear.