I see the familiar road,
Mentally preparing myself for the minutes to come.
The familiar scent of jasmine flowers and dirty shoes,
Mixed with a bright blanket bubbling with pollen.
Taking a whiff of my inhaler,
I stream through the first right turn,
Breathing in the fresh air
As if I have never breathed so gallantly before.
Though soon, things take a sharp downhill--
And by that, I mean I had to run an uphill
The aching in my legs, and my
Heat exhausted body
Made for a perfect combination on this day.
The further I go, I realize
The further I am.
One continuous loop of existential crisis
played before me.
As I round the corner to junction on Peachtree
I smile mischievously to myself
As the cars in bumper to bumper traffic
Enviously regard me as I pass them
Miles and not so many smiles later,
It's a revolt and constant battle...
To go or to not to go?
Why am I doing this?
It’s too far away;
Should I keep going?
Or should I stop?
I think I am lost.
Ok, now I really am lost.
I find my way back,
Profusely thanking my Garmin.
Slowly trudging and barely able to stand straight.
My whole “I’m an unstoppable runner”
Facade slowly morphing into the
“I’m an oxygen deprived imbecile”.
Finding solace in my water bottle--
Water tasting like the holy drink from His personal reserves
I then proceed to collapse
Into a heap of my own sweat.
(I do not recommend this)
Picking up the broken pieces,
I take another puff of my inhaler
With my head held high.
The sun sets;
I can’t live with it--
Can’t live without it.