July 30

0700
Fog with a light breeze from the west
 
 
 
I'm 3 days in and I've never felt stronger.
 
 
Step after step, stride after stride
I'm running through the fog.
I'm running to lose a pound and gain a dollar.
I'm running to gain freedom and confidence.
I'm running for me.
 
Step after step, stride after stride,
I trudge up the hill, my lungs and legs on fire.
It feels like the top will never arrive.
But steeper the climb, the harder I push.
My feet refuse to fail me.

Step after step, stride after stride,
The fog blurs my vision but not my drive.
Seeing the pavement is hard but my goal is clearly in sight.
Just three weeks to go and fog is lifting.
 
I'm 3 days in and I've never felt stronger.
 
 
 
Fin.