Three roads diverged in a wood and I took all three that made sense.

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Like cymbals they sing,
crinkle, crackle, crunch.

My feet tickle the earth
as they glide over its skin.

The rhythm is steady:
the melody builds.

My heart joins in,
a timpani echoing in my ears.

I am a musician.


My run is my song.


43:42 Almost 4.

I was supposed to run a 5k today. I signed up. I got excited. I remember last year seeing tons of little munchkins running around town the day they had the Halloween Howler. And once I saw the family dressed as the Incredibles I knew I had to do it. So I found the old e-mail, sent in my registration and started dreaming of a new PR. I also started worrying about my Halloween costume. But don't worry! I didn't fret too long before I got a call saying the race wasn't even happening this year. I had sent in last year's registration. Bah Humbug. So, I went for a run. I loved every step. I found myself remembering a couple years ago and thought to myself, "Who am I!?" I used to hate even the thought of running.

People change.

Some people change a lot.

Sometimes, that's a really good thing.

Thank you very much 43:42 with two ten minutes miles.