When I was living with my parents just after university and had a nothing job with a long commute on a major highway, I use to imagine, "What if I just keep driving?" Your "running" reminded me of that.

Even when I found another place to live in another city, things did not get much better. I then moved again and got a different job, etc. I think it's kind of like a bad dream where we're running from the "bad" guy only to learn it's us and we have to turn and face/figure out what would make us happier with ourselves anywhere we are.