I went for a long run at 4 AM today...just a little while back. The air was muggy and moist. Dew was starting to form on grass and leaves. I ran by a pizza place, Campus pizza it was, I got a couple slices...there was a couple there, making out, the girl starred at me as I ran by, I starred back...they stopped kissing and he nuzzled her neck, I looked back at the road as I ran on. 3 miles down, 6 minutes average per mile...I decide to step it up...geese honk in the lake on the way home, there's a giant hill up above, it has pine trees on one side and a steep drop on the other.
There used to be trees on both sides but the University cut them down recently. It's a big push but I make it over the hill, my legs are burning and I've done a 5 minute mile with 1/4th of it uphill at 10 degrees, not bad...
As I run down the hill a car hurls down the hill going well over the speed limit. At the bottom the road makes a sharp turn and the car spins into the dirt but recovers enough to make it back onto the road.
I run on, I can see the tire tracks soon soon and there's no sight of the car.
1 mile from home, let's see if I can do it under 5. So I turn it up, the start is uphill but there's a gentle downhill that will provide a reprieve. As I run on I go into a mode, the world wizzes by without a sound in smooth perfection. I am in bliss as I tear down the street, I'm on top of the world in the middle of the night with nobody to see me run except the crickets and moths around street lights.
Then a 100 meters from home I am brought back to reality by high schoolers in a mini van. Their music blares as they rip up the silence like rice paper in a crocodile cage.
Nevertheless, I make it home...4:46. That's under 5, far from my best time but it's better than most. Time for a sleep, the body shall rest, the mind shall toll and in the morning I will ache not of body but of soul.
The insomia is going away, it's been a while since I've gotten this kind of sleep...it's been a month since I couldn't sleep at all, but exams wore me out and work is bringing back some stability.
If the doctor is right then I should be sleeping 5 hours a day very soon. And so, my fantasy has changed as my imagination is free again, to soar into the misty heights of day and dreams.
Attempted poetry ends here, good night.
There used to be trees on both sides but the University cut them down recently. It's a big push but I make it over the hill, my legs are burning and I've done a 5 minute mile with 1/4th of it uphill at 10 degrees, not bad...
As I run down the hill a car hurls down the hill going well over the speed limit. At the bottom the road makes a sharp turn and the car spins into the dirt but recovers enough to make it back onto the road.
I run on, I can see the tire tracks soon soon and there's no sight of the car.
1 mile from home, let's see if I can do it under 5. So I turn it up, the start is uphill but there's a gentle downhill that will provide a reprieve. As I run on I go into a mode, the world wizzes by without a sound in smooth perfection. I am in bliss as I tear down the street, I'm on top of the world in the middle of the night with nobody to see me run except the crickets and moths around street lights.
Then a 100 meters from home I am brought back to reality by high schoolers in a mini van. Their music blares as they rip up the silence like rice paper in a crocodile cage.
Nevertheless, I make it home...4:46. That's under 5, far from my best time but it's better than most. Time for a sleep, the body shall rest, the mind shall toll and in the morning I will ache not of body but of soul.
The insomia is going away, it's been a while since I've gotten this kind of sleep...it's been a month since I couldn't sleep at all, but exams wore me out and work is bringing back some stability.
If the doctor is right then I should be sleeping 5 hours a day very soon. And so, my fantasy has changed as my imagination is free again, to soar into the misty heights of day and dreams.
Attempted poetry ends here, good night.
twelvis:
thats rad. props to you for running!