The Run

This poem is dedicated to that crazy activity that constantly pushes human limits...

The run

is joyful.

The run

is boundless.

The run

is rhythmic.

The run

is hard work.

The run

is the climb up the mountain.

The run

is the descent down the mountain.

The run

is another chance to face the beast.

The run

is dominion in action.

The run

is when resistance tries harder the further you go.

The run

is when fatigue yells no.

The run

is when you yell "Yes!"

The run

is when you decide to go.

The run

is a classroom.

The run

is when the majority of demonstrations happen.

The run

is consistent progress.

The run

is an just as much a discovery as an escape.

The run

is freedom.

The run

is where there are no rules.

The run

is possible.

The run

is happening...

right this moment.

The run

on the path less traveled

is as quick as

the walk

on the straight and narrow path.

The run

also often turns the path less traveled

into the straight and narrow.

The run

therefore begs the question:

Why walk the straight and narrow

when you can RUN it?

--DW 8/09