Promise this won't be a regular thing, but here's something I wrote right after getting back from my run tonight. This means I'm about to get into shape. Hopefully.
That’s the smell of
victory
Of defeat
The sensation after a
hard fought battle
Forsworn before its time is up
That’s the second rate
Working as hard as they
possibly can
For the best
To take down the giant
When he’s weak
That’s you and me neck
and neck
Pounding out miles
Pavement left only in our
tracks
For trails
Of dirt
Mud
Leaves
Snow
Stuck
To the backs
Of our legs
Doubled over
From the effort
And getting back
Up
For rep two of twelve
That’s running
We’re runners
Stupid people with
something to prove
Not to you or our friends
But to ourselves
That we’re better than we
know
And there’s always
something left
When it’s all on the line
Till next time, get lots of rest and drink plenty of fluids.
