Round is a Shape

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.