My feet pound the picturesque, sandy, trail
Which winds between the tall stately trees
Whose names I cannot give you.
The fresh smell of the dam;
Its nature. Its wildlife.
Its reassuring as I swiftly flee
From my start and towards my end.
The water looks a dream. As it ever does.
The pretty sail boats form vertical additions to my eye-line.
Like a well-construed painting.
The wall that runs the length
of my halfway point
is in clear view ahead of me.
I can no longer hear my breath rasping;
It matches the scene afore me.
The shuffle of my feet hitting the floor;
that is clear now.
My feet feel for rocks that eyes can easily miss.
I feel the sun’s warm glow upon me.
I smell, faintly, the beads of sweat
that rest on my skin.
As I turn, to the home stretch, the wind is now facing me.
Invisible, it roars in my ears even more than it did before
The stir of voices that served as my background noise
Are gone now.
The wind is all I hear.
My breath I can feel now
Fighting to get me home.
My legs I can also feel.
Heavier than they should be.
Suddenly, the finish.
It is now in my sight. In my eyes.
The effect on my body is instant;
My cadence increases.
I’m almost sprinting.
And. Im done.
My sense mix again
and I lose the heightened awareness
I previously felt.
Just a rush.
A sad relief.
The rest is a jumble.
This is the joy a run can bring.