Restless days

Alarm clock off, body clock on. Legs wake ready to run, my mind don’t mind if it does. Moonlight calls, stars beckon,  but it’s a rest day; a running rest day. Michael is up, sun on its way, sky will be blue and it’s a holiday, The world’s most something ultramarathon, its two long hills and one view plays on my mind; glad and sad not run.

 


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