Certainly it felt like I was escaping from it all quite well, running at a high enough pace for thirty minutes without stopping.
Of course, the escape was purely a mental one as in reality I was just another fitness freak driving the cardio treadmill in an endless rumbling cycle.
A better way of looking at it would would be that yes in fact I was running 'towards' some fantastic finish, not running 'away' from some hidden danger or whatever.
The highlight was breaking my record by churning out a modest five point two kilometers.
(Either way you might look at it, maybe it was a combination of the two and I was stuck in the middle going in the right direction)