ran two
(point five)
……………{miles}
with half a smile
and a whole
lot of sweat,
a couple of night bats
and a swallowed bug.
and when i’m done
i just wanna hug
my fan
except i can
not move
(besides all that stretching
and some high impact interval nonsense
i gotta get outta the way before my body
fully wakes up and says HEY,
what are we doing?)
but i digress. here’s the gist:
it’s friday and my run
is done.
..
a couple of night bats
and a swallowed bug.
Can be hazardous for an innocent outing. Still, nothing beats jogging
Hank