burning calories
I run into the wind.
I tip my head down to keep my eyes moist.
The wind's pressure on my cap's bill,
adds to the muscle burn.
I take a right.
A gust forces me off the path.
The damp grass slows my pace,
momentarily.
I correct my stumble with a few
beats on the pavement.
The strong breeze smells like artillery fire.
1 comment:
This definitely made me feel guilty for not being pro-active about getting my lazy butt off the couch lately.
But it's supposed to be so darn cold tomorrow... can't I just start next week!? :)
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