Maaaan,
It feels so good
to get out
and run.
I don't
take it for granted
having only
one and a half
knees.
A lot of work
went into standing
and walking
after that left
anterior cruciate
ligament
went south.
It's taken
nine months
of mind numbing
exercises,
walking,
waiting
and healing
to get
this far.
Got more
to go.
But,
this feels
good.
Going over
two miles
at a nice clip
is my
rock and roll.
It's my masterpiece.
The tightness
in my quadriceps
is coming back.
I'm getting
spring loaded
again.
The oxygenated high
flows through me
as pulse,
footfall,
respiration
and thought
grab the
running rhythm.
Sorrow,
you can watch
the soles of my
shoes
get small.
Paranoia,
stop and catch
your wheezing breath.
I may not be Mercury,
or Ruffian,
or Hershel Walker,
but I'm running.
Damn! I'm running.
5 comments:
Running has never sounded so good.
Never felt so good either!
Hershel Walker. Yay! Go Dawgs!
(It's football season...I have a one track mind.)
You can run faster than Tom Brady, Mo Morris, or Nate Burleson. Can you catch? I may have a job for you. Come see me in Kennydale...
Love, Holmy
I'll grab my cleats and head to the luxury yacht of football practice facilities, the Seahawks practice "Nest" in Renton.
Vince Young's Handgun
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