Running and feeling free clearing the mind of everyday troubles.

Another day of clearing my mind with my feet hitting the pavement. When I woke up this morning I could not get moving. While laying bed I hear mom where is my book bag mom where is my shoes and so on. I cover my head up with the covers and try too hide.

I’m laying in bed and what pops into my mind? Oh you got it right I need a nice long run. But how am I going too make it through the house without the kids stopping me too find there shoes and bookbag. Not that I mind those things if they were 2 again but being teenagers it’s a whole other thing.

So I get out of bed and I am so quite and dressed get my sweet sweet loving running shoes. How beautiful they look. Yes I am in love with my running shoes what is this not normal! I slip them on and think I can make a mad dash for the back door when no one is looking.

I peek out my bedroom door too the end of the hallway and I have a clear shot. I run for it no one sees me I make it out the door and I am off. I am thinking too myself as I am running down the road and laughing. I am free I am free oh sweet fresh cold air hitting me in my face. One foot after the other hits the pavement making a pounding noise. I get into that rhythm I’m in hte zone and I am feeling amazing.Everything else is gone the morning in starting for me.

As I take a deep breath in and then out I say I am FREE. Free of everything that is clouding my mind all the worries and the troubles of the day I am free and I can be a better mother and wife too my family. All my trouble and just melting away and I think thank you my sweet sweet loving running shoes for saving my day again.

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  • Minister Marlene on Apr 7, 2011

    I love this one. I just came back from my one hour walk. I manage to get it in despite my teen son.
    It\’s like a mini vacation. Running would prabably be even more fun. I like your poem!

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