I’ve been running for many years now, and have completed an array of distances in events, including a marathon in Dublin. Nothing takes me away from myself quite like it. Here’s a poem I wrote to try to capture that feeling:
Gallant swathes of sky, Searing, Lending majesty to the mundane.
Breathless, glowing ache, Glistening of sweat on skin, Delirious, heady, Steady, thumping.
Union of body and sky, Lifting above the worldly, Euphoric, Fleeting, Rooted in the earth, Bodily.
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