Lungs straining and gasping. A pair of twins that work as one, they rise and fall. Legs pumping, chest heaving, sweat falling out of my pores like a faucet with a solitary drip.
Drip. Drip. The blue crust of the track is slippery under my feet. It is beginning to moisten under the slight rain. Drip. Drip. Dripping from the sky.
The music in my ears is harsh and pounding. Just the way I want it today. I open my mouth in the fog and the rain, breathing deeply and raggedly. Stop to stretch, put my hands on my knees and survey
The dark morning. Two walkers pass by, they are casual and unobserving. A dog is barking somewhere, but in my state of being, I cannot hear a thing. This is me running.
I like this! But why is the track blue?
ReplyDeleteSorry, I guess that was a little vague. The track is blue because the track that I run on is actually blue...
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