Breathe in, Breathe out
All my worries and thoughts seem to float away
with each breath, with each step
A runner's high is addictive
It takes pain and perseverance to find
But the happiness that floods your sore muscles
Is beyond anything you can describe
Sweat drips and your skin becomes shiny
Your body labours under the humidity, hanging around you
Running is that love-hate relationship
You try to let go, but the road keeps finding you
Post-shower you feel,
As though your muscles could take more
You lay down to rest down on the cold floor
maybe the bed becomes your sanctuary, until morning come
Muscles ache, breath labours
And then you realize, why running isn't fun.
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