Runner’s roadkill

Just finished my first trail race in Corvallis. It was an 8K but I actually took the wrong way back and ran a 10K. Still finished 19th place and 5th in my age group with a time of 40:59. The switchbacks and hills were challenging, but it was a beautiful day for a run!

The ancient eavesdropper

composure under strain,
durability forged from pain.
The beast, the runner inside,
muscles past discomfort,
mental focus straight ahead –
only two yellow lines on black pavement.
Steady pace, calm lungs and legs,
arms jabbing the air,
quick bursts of madman adrenaline.
Shoes glide, body and mind fall into stride,
sweat drip stains, lactic acid builds in veins.
Hills and valleys, undulating heart-rate,
cement spit clings to clothing.
Each mile marks a new target,
roadkill in the wake of rapid foot travel.
Teeth clenched, furrowed brow,
finish in sight, arms pumping, steps quicken,
legs churn harder, blisters burn from friction.
Several motions and emotions feed off one another –
when the race is over, there is but one survivor.

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About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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4 Responses to Runner’s roadkill

    • Thank you for referring me to this awesome post, Ron! How ironic that the researcher’s name is Tyler too! I’m now following this inspiring and interesting blog. Turtles are so dear to my heart! Hope you had a relaxing weekend, my friend 🙂

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