The joy of a predawn run
Before the thought of dawn
I rise, stretch, and put my shoes on.
Out the door I go, grumbling,
creaking, plodding; I weigh a ton.
right…, left…, right…, left…
Pent-up frustrations, aggravations
cloud my head as I shuffle.
Yesterday’s anger, today’s tasks
I must now face as I’m huffing.
wash…, rinse…, repeat…
Poisons I bleed as the sweat
begins to cover my face.
Solutions I breed as my heart
rises to meet my pace.
Breathe In, Breathe Out
Morning wind washes my soul;
I begin to see nature.
Ordered thoughts, they pervade;
my spirit gains footing.
Wash, Rinse, Repeat
Sounds and smells of the dawn
take hold and drive me on.
Just the road and good karma
I feel; now I run!
RIGHT, LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT
As my legs tire from this pace
my mind races; thoughts on fire.
Of this predawn regimen
I will never tire.
Comments
AUTHORFor sure, the one thing I would look forward to after a tough daydream was a run. There is nothing better to buoy the spirit. Glad you enjoyed it xstatic.
I like this a lot, speaking from Tracktown USA here. It is inspirational.
Isn't it funny how exercise can clear the mind and rev the body up!
