day 3326/day 3325

day 3325
avoided puddles
as best I could, still soaking,
muddying my feet

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day 3326

as ever, running

isn’t something I’m good at,

but is good for me

day 3297

day 3297

I could feel the woods

in the breeze, the sounds, and each

step on the dirt path

day 3290

day 3290

it felt real darn good

to get on the trail again –

sunshine and footfalls

day 3260

day 3260
after a snooze (two),
I got up – put on shorts, shirt, shoes,
and took to the trail

day 3258

day 3258

as I ran, I looked

at the trail, all the dry cracks,

knew it needed rain

day 3253/day 3254

day 3254
eight and half hours

of time on the trail got me

a big humble-brag

(yesterday, I ran my first ever 50-kilometer trail run! Some pics HERE)

+++++

day 3253
left my apartment,
feeling the temperature
change as I climbed up

day 3251

day 3251
try to stay present,
and focus on the trail now;
the raceday will come

day 3250

day 3250 I watched the runners

and wished I was on the trail,

legs and arms swinging

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by the by, MILWAUKEE RUNNING FESTIVAL is in October/November!

day 3242/day 3243/day 3244

day 3244

of the friends I have,

the one who shares my time most,

is this wooded path

+++

day 3243
I checked the forecast,
saw it better that I run
sooner than later

+++

day 3242
the snapping turtle –
its brown shell, cracked in places –
a survivor’s scars

day 3235/day 3236/day 3237/day 3238/day 3239

day 3235 

the birds are chirping, 

geese honking, cranes cooing, 

and the tree trunk groaning

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day 3236
walked up the street, turned,
and entered Cafe Lulu –
“We need pie, to-go!”

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day 3237
started down the trail,
wind and rain couldn’t stop me,
nor stop the bird songs

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day 3238
the one thing I know:
every day is a good day
to go for a run

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day 3239
I’m being careful,

or trying to be, to not

become a cynic