Heading out the door my breath visible in small clouds
Icy tears fill my eyes in protest at the frigid air
Heavy skies start to lighten
The sun toys with the dawn
Threatening to break it
I know it's unlikely
Cold air sucked into my lungs
My heart rate spikes at the shock
Breath momentarily misses a beat
Hands, seeking warmth, are clutched in long sleeves
It all feels alien
Uncoordinated and contrived
No rhythm
No flow
Like I've never run before
.....without warning
My legs come alive
blood flows
Tight muscles start to loosen
Stride settles down to a metronomic beat
Tears dry
Breathing settles
I was born to do this
My mind lets slip, "so we're going for a run then?"
Maybe I should have told it before we left
