Running

When a run comes to take my breath and spill my fluids, I stretch my body and hope for the best. The run takes me out into the neighborhood, past places I don’t want to be, but farther than legs would go otherwise. I appreciate that about the run. The legs, they pitter patter and bend and curl around pavement and torture and pull apart muscles and send pain to my head. The run tells me to keep going even when I’m done. Sleepy task master of my thoughts and body she is.