Running; my escape
Sometimes I complain about the weather;
It's too cold, too rainy, too snowy, too icy;
But today's run reminded me why running isn't a "whatever",
Every run I realize there's something that surprises me;
The sport of running convinces me every day that there's a chance for escape,
I'll see the world in a different persepctive and acknowledge what I've been through;
Because even though I may not be as fast or efficient of a run or fully in shape,
Wow have I learned so much about who I am and am always remineded why I am to pursue.
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