I love the sound of my feet pounding on the pavement,
the way my warm breath caresses my face in the cold,
this feeling for me will never get old.
I am alive! I think as I look at the sun gleaming on the grass,
alive at last.
My mind wanders from limb to limb as each branch streaks the blue sky.
I am free in these perfect moments, so I let out my most excited sighs.
Every worry, every anxiety, every fear..
shake off with each step and disappear..
The mundane day-to-day tasks do not offer this form of exhilaration.
So each day I wait with anticipation,
Will it rain today? Will it snow, will it be warm enough to go?
Will I get to feel the sunlight embrace my cheeks?
Will I be able to run for a distance, or will I be too weak?
Each run is different and only the perfect moment will tell,
which if any or all of these are true…
I cannot wait to hear my feet pound the pavement again.
I cannot wait to feel my warmth breath caress my face in the cold.
Hopefully, tomorrow will be the perfect storm for my perfect moments.