Run here run there run
Hustle and grind for six days
Rest on the seventh
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Run here run there run
Hustle and grind for six days
Rest on the seventh
Quietly leave bed
Tip-toe downstairs… dress… sneak out
Morning runner ghost
Heavy rhythmic breath
Gravel crunches under feet
One more lap to go
Watch ancient trees pass
Hear my breath as feet shuffle
It’s calm on the trail
Headlamp lights my path
World reduced to ten meters
Look forward, step high
Running up the trail
Dodge roots, pine scents, falcon soars
Connecting to earth
Frosted trees and grass
Nose stings eyes water mouth breathe
Winter morning run
Mountain trail winds up
Bright sun cool breeze serene sounds
Peaceful morning run