Sunday, August 11, 2013

The Overnight Low Is the Runner's High

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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