Monday, October 19, 2009

I Run

My feet grip the pavement,
Hands grip the air,
My house key.

Stamp. Stamp. Stamp.
Pounding it out.
Sweating it out.
Aching it out.

Ponytail swings in the night
Behind me, propelling
Every worry
Every wonder
Every upset
Every sympathy.
They flit and fly off toward the trees.

And I am free.

7 comments:

laura said...

love it!

justrun said...

Ahhh!

SoMi's Nilsa said...

After my 8-miler last night, I couldn't agree with you more!!

Mel Heth said...

Laura - I'm just trying to be as badass as you. I need you to train me for Muddy Buddy!!

JustRun - You know what I'm talkin' about. :)

Nilsa - 8 miles! Oy vey. Are you training for something? I only did 2.85. :)

geekhiker said...

I don’t run

Because when I run

I always feel

Like I’m going to puke up a lung

;)

Wow, that was awkward said...

I thought this was going to be about how your mouth is always running.

thecoconutdiaries said...

I have JUST begun embracing running because, after years and months and days and hours and minutes spent in the gym; I've found running is the only thing that takes the weight off. I am struggling to do 2 miles in under 40 minutes but I gotta get past the shin/calf pain. Ugh!