56 degrees
mississippi river road north
Wow! Another beautiful morning. Can it be like this all year? Wasn’t planning to, but as I ran towards the Franklin hill I started composing a poem in my head. Is it a poem? Or just a rhythm to repeat in order to create a steady cadence? Whatever it is, it was fun and it worked. My running felt strong and steady. And the chant helped me to slow down my heart rate after the tough hill. Because I didn’t want to forget it, as I was running, I recorded myself reciting it into my voice memo app.
There’s a path
there’s a path
there’s a path
that was closed
that was closed
up until
up until
late last fall
late last fall
there’s a path
that was closed
up until
late last fall
there’s a path
that was closed
up until
late last fall
then they opened it back up
then they opened it back up
to the runners thump thump
and the bikers thump thump
and the walkers thump thump
and the drivers thump thump
on the path
on the path
there is a hill
there is a hill
a steep, long hill
a steep, long hill
as you turn back up the hill
you’ll see a bridge at the top
look at it, look at it
never stop, never stop
there
was
a
hill
there
was
a
hill
that
I
climbed
up
that
I
climbed
up
now
that
I’m
done
slow
down
the
run
now
that
I’m
done
slow
down
the
run