Up the hill


Slick pavements,
Water dappled cars.
Air heavy as the blacked sky.
But, it’s not raining. Yet.
Snippets of swoosh, spish of
Six am traffic,
And Kings of Leon play
In a Cold Desert.
This time, I’m faster, further.
But the hill feels steeper.
Burning lungs, knee twinge,
and embarrassment,
As an old man cycles past me.

New year’s run

So, after a hiatus: Christmas,
I donned the karrimors.
Wiping sleep from my eyes
to log on to the Marathon App.
My hood up to greet the dark morning:
Rain free, cold, splatterly puddles.
I spotted 20 odd Christmas trees
lying on their sides, like New Year’s party casualties.
Birds sang loud as I raced
(or, rather jogged at a rather nice pace)
down Burntwood Lane to meet the rising sun.
My new favourite sound – the App announcement: “Cool down!”
7km in 50 minutes. I slow to appreciate the cool air,
to ponder why R Kelly is on my playlist,
And look forward to breakfast…

Today’s playlist favourite: Newton Faulkner – I need something

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