Runners run in any weather, any weather at all, whether
or not
Under threat of snow, rain, sweltering heat, they sweat and
stink, like pink grapefruit.
Never never never underestimate will power to overcome
dark
Night, bright daylight, high noon in June, July, August, the summer months, hard fought
Each day, ten miles, up to twenty, the maximum before
the marathon.
Race twenty-six point two wisely, for the weather matters not to runners.
Rippling muscles, tense, tight, micro-tears, injury, stress,
strain, welcome the pain,
Argue with the body all you want, rest your bones, your
weary bones, no doubt
Creatures of habit run themselves ragged, muscles twitch, trigger points set sparks,
Inflame tissues, burn red referral pain the length, breadth of a pound of flesh.
Never never never underestimate pain to switch sides,
dusk to dawn
Gut-wrenching pain, over compensation, betrayal, bodies
torn asunder.
Singular intention, focus fiercely, finish the race to
run again
Each year until you dead, a living, breathing corpse, zombie road runner, shoes
Alight, aflame, the heat of Arizona, dry burning sky, burning
bright
Season after season, dig in ultra-distance, mileage is
such a rush.
Only when you done, dead dog tired, muscles twisted, feel
the pain, sing the blues,
Never never never underestimate drive to quench a thirst
in drought.
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ABCADE FBCGDE FHIGHI
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Rui Carlos da Cunha
2016 February 24
