Monday, September 22, 2008

Alternate Beginnings

I dash
Into the early morning chill
My mind shrieking in fear
And my soul, in exultation

My long strides eat up the dawn

I
Pant,
Struggle,
Wheeze

I must find my pace again

2 comments:

HollyB said...

I don't care if the numbers don't jibe [no you are NOT old enough for this] you're getting a taste of the dreaded "Middle Age".

Run away, run away, it's a trap!

J.R.Shirley said...

I just haven't done any running in a while.


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