A Cycle of Running

I hate that I'd fallen into a cycle of running.  I'd always known that I have my family to fall back on whenever things get a little out of control in my life.  I'd always known that quitting was an option and that things will be OK.  I hate that I'd never had to grow my own backbone because I'd always known I'd have a house to come home to.  I hate how much of a weakling, how easily breakable, how much of a quitter I turned out to be.  At 6'0", approximately 180 lbs., I'm easy to pick out in a crowd, and I hate how much of a contrast my physical size is to how small and weak I feel.  Survival of the fittest is how this world works, and this world has no place for someone as weak as I am.