With the changing of the seasons and my enjoyment of running retuning, I thought this appropriate - its an old favorite of mine taken from the beginning of one of Anne McCaffery's Dragon series... its by Charles Hamilton Sorley:
. . We swing ungirded hips
And lighten'd are our eyes,
The rain is on our lips,
We do not run for prize.
We know not whom we trust,
Nor whitherward we fare,
But we run because we must,
Through the great wide air.
. . The waters of the seas
Are troubled as by storm.
The tempest strips the trees
And does not leave them warm.
Does the tearing tempest pause?
Do the tree tops ask it why?
So we run without a cuase
'Neath the big bare sky.
. . The rain is on our lips,
We do not run for prize.
But the storm the water whips
And the wave howls to the skies.
The winds arise and strike it
And skatter it like sand,
And we run because we like it
Through the broad, bright land.
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I had missed almost 2 weeks of PT due to meetings for the Air Show (literally 3-4 times a week!) and finally got to run "the bowling pin" loop ~2.5 miles with my squadron this morning. I noticed I'm picking off more and more people during our unit runs... there is a clear correlation between the humidity and when I struggle with running. Today felt clear and fabulous!
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