Fresh Air

What’s more fun than breathing (I was going to end the sentence there)

outside air?

Breathing it faster!

Moving so fast

that you run out (of air).

You rest, walking, taking in

a lot of fresh oxygen to build up

for the next dash to breathlessness.

Nobody cares whether you exercise your

lungs and heart to capacity.

But they sure appreciate it.

It feels better to run than to walk

–at least to me.

It seems effortless when I have the

energy to do so.

When my body says “enough”,

I walk the rest of the way home,

wishing I had more energy to

make it running all the way.

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