Tonight

Dog and butterfly
Up in the air he like to fly
Dog and butterfly
Below, she had to try . . .
- Ann Wilson

We’ve now run the three mile run three times. Correction: Tim’s run it. I’ve walked a honkin’ big piece of it. And I’m tired. Tired of making excuses to myself.

Tonight, I will run the distance. Tonight, I will fling myself headlong toward N’Orleans. Tonight, my calves will not burn, the hills will be revealed for the oh-so-slight incline they really are, and this insignificant distance will roll away under me like water tipped from a bucket. I will glide. I will fly. I will run like the wind.