I walked for miles this morning:
3.4 in the sultry, heavy Florida air.
When I was a runner,
I would cover that distance
In half the time.
When I was a runner,
I wasn’t fast,
But I would pass walkers.
I always said the two things
That could stop my running
Were
Legs and lungs.
(I guess that’s four.)
What did me in, though,
Was
Time and will.
One day there was
Not enough of either.
I walked for miles this morning, though.
Shirt … soaked.
Arms … bubbled with sweat.
My watch, which counts my steps,
Thought I was swimming.
I didn’t run.
I passed nobody.
But I walked for miles this morning.