An Icy 9

humor, poetry, running, Maine, Modern Philosopher‘Twas

An Icy 9

Degrees

This morn,

When

I bravely

Set out

On my

Daily run.

A saner man

Might have

Stayed home,

Under

The covers,

Heat cranked,

Dreaming of

Warmer days.

Even

The sun

Was

Wise enough

To stay away.

Now

That I

Think back

On it,

Perhaps

The sun’s

Absence

Was a

Contributing

Factor

To the

Frigid conditions.

I’m getting

Off topic.

Give me

A moment

To regroup…

‘Twas

An Icy 9

Degrees,

As I’ve

Already

Established,

When

I hit

The road,

Paying

No mind

To the

Weather,

For a

Runner

Only cares

Where

The road

Is going

To take him.

Or at least

That’s

What

I tell

Myself,

More to

Distract me

From

The insane

Temperatures,

Than

Anything else.

But actually,

Now that

I think

About it,

I don’t

Care

How cold

It is.

All I

Want

To know

Is how far

And

How hard

I can

Push myself.

An Icy 9

Degrees

Might suck

For the

Average

Person

Just trying

To get through

The day,

But for

A runner,

An Icy 9

Is merely

One more

Challenge

To conquer

On the path

To the

Finish line.

You

Can always

Put on

Layers

To fight

The cold.

Or,

You can

Do what

Runners do

And simply

Burn

More calories

To get warm.

About Austin

Native New Yorker who's fled to the quiet life in Maine. I write movies, root for the Yankees, and shovel lots of snow.
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1 Response to An Icy 9

  1. markbialczak says:

    Very impressive, that Icy 9 morning run is, Sustin!

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