Why I Run

Why I Run

I’m up and out the door at o’dark thirty 

  before the rest of the world opens their sleepy eyes,

my Altra clad feet running to a beat only I can hear.

Through heat, cold, wind, rain, and sometimes weirdos,

  I run,

singing hymns and my favorite songs in my head

  and praying for those I love;

day dreaming of future days and memories I hold dear.

I don’t run for money or fame.

 There are no paparazzi following me,

no reality show to track my every step,

 no paycheck after a week of running.

I run to let my mind breathe.

I run to talk with God.

I run because I cannot fly.

---Corrina L. Terry

    December 29, 2016