Sunday, March 04, 2007

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:

Anonymous said...

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!? :)