It never arrives too soon.
Sun is slowly fading.
Car fumes disintergrating.
Possibility is parading.
Home-time is reigning.
City lights emerge over a canvass of smog.
Anticipation simmers against a setting sun backdrop.
The smell of spandex and cotton and laces.
ipod ready, playlist sorted, the blur of passing faces.
A route of familiarity or not.
Pounding the paving with everything I’ve got.
Pulse rate climbs, breathing anchors.
Sweat drenches the body like a salty blanket.
Time stands still in the beauty of the moment.
Running ends this day like a significant atonement.
Pushing up hills, through wind and rain.
Moving past the mental block and aching muscle pain.
Stress fades away, adrenaline soars,
Motivation in tact as freedom roars.
A juxtaposed hue.
Raw and uncomplicated,