Thursday, October 22, 2009

Morning Run


Morning Run
Elizabeth K. Miller

I awaken with thoughts
of things to do today
I try to shut them out
but sleep will not return
I look out through the blinds
The morning star is visible
In the dark sky turning pink
I stretch on several layers
of comfortable clothing
Pull on my favorite old sneakers
Take from a drawer my MP3
Open the front door
Step out into the cold air
and stretch
I start immediately
Up a hill
And feel the exhilaration of adrenaline
Pumping through my body
Towards the top of the hill
My calves begin to burn
But no matter
The pumping music
Keeps me going
Around the block
And to the second hill
Now I feel like I can
Keep going forever
The week ahead of me
Beckons with hope
It feels great to be alive
Then around the last bend
Where I start to slow down
Just in time,
I think,
My body can’t take much more
And home again
To the smell of
Freshly brewed coffee.

3 comments:

Anne said...

Sounds like a piece of paradise! I miss running!

Loren Christie said...

Very uplifting!

Daily Grace said...

I'm not much af a runner, only in my dreams! However, I do love to power walk and there is no better time for me but the early morning. I have the rosary on my ipod, along with some EWTN live and enjoy every step! Your poem is beautiful!