Cool,
crisp air
pushes against
my face,
my arms,
and my bare legs.
Goosebumps form,
a tingly sensation.
They egg me on,
"Get moving already."
Shadows
are long
as the sun barely
peeks over the mountains
allowing just enough
light to jog.
Stretching,
yawning,
willing myself to start,
I find my rhythm
and jog through
the morning's
lowest temperatures.
My goosebumps
eventually
morph to beads
of sweat.
Workout
done
before the day
has barely begun.
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