Sometimes you bend. Sometimes you break.
Sometimes you count each step you take.
Two breaths in followed by two breaths out,
Over and over for the entire route.
Falling into a rhythm, the miles pass by.
Step by step, if only you could fly.
There, up ahead you can see the sign.
FINISH it says, a word so divine.
It's Saturday Centus time again and Mrs. Jenny threw us the perfect prompt today (in red above). It's been 18 months since I last ran a half marathon. Today was the perfect day for it. And the course took us through miles and miles of fall colors.
Be sure to stop by Mrs. Jenny's and see what's happening with the other Centusians this week.
8 comments:
Oh wow, I felt like I was right there running along side of you. Just will you smell those autumn scents....lingering as long as they can before well, you know that old cold wind blows it all away! Great photo too....!
So happy for you!!
a very sweet tribute to running and to life also
hope you have a great day.
This was such a good read. I felt the thrill of the finish line. laurie @ http://dealingwithmyinnercritic.blogspot.com/
Wonderful feeling to see that fonish line, for sure!
Ha! The finish line! What a relief, Anita! Great piece!
Love your Centus!
lure of the impure
Oh Anita!
I love the layers of this writing.
And the cadence.
I admire that you run at all!
This was such a neat tribute to running, strength AND a different prompt!
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