Black clouds approaching
I am too slow, they catch me -
Thank God for Gortex
I am too slow, they catch me -
Thank God for Gortex
Running the towpath
The smell of fresh brewed coffee -
Happy boaters smile
He is much faster
So it is Marc I follow -
Hope he is not lost.
So it is Marc I follow -
Hope he is not lost.
Rain slashing streetlights
Shoulder's hunched, caps pulled down tight -
Running partners wait
Blissful, warm blankets
Spose'd to run five at Tempo -
Maybe tomorrow....
Fluid and flowing
Cold and ceaselessly running -
Not me, just my nose
Early morning run
The frozen lake my witness -
Hot chocolate waits!
Loud cheers, crowd goes wild
Winner surges and takes the prize -
Second one too late
Is that a Nike?
Mud and dust obscures the brand -
Trails need no name
Flicker of shadows
Slice into shards of daylight -
Bright as a friend's laugh
and finally...
Petzl headlights ON
Root unseen, shoots from the earth -
My running mate gone
Dusty Provence trail
In front, a Mirage morphing -
Ah, Holby City nurse
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