There's something about running that makes me happy. For the past few weeks I've been going through a rough patch called homesickness, but after every run I take, I feel that life is good.
A lot of fellow South Africans that live in the UK (and US) mention that after they've been back for a holiday in South Africa, home sickness come to camp out on their doorsteps once they're back here. Whether it is the lack of sunshine, warmth or just good old biltong and beskuit, no-one knows. There is only the guarantee that this illness will keep you company should you leave for a foreign country again.
For some a cure never arrives. For the other lucky ones, another holiday is sure to bring a relapse.
I'm not sure whether I'll find a cure, but for now, running is my sanity.

Amen to that, sister. Somehow, roads, air, and sweat can (temporarily) cure all ills.