One Mile Down

This morning marked a milestone.

I ran my first mile without walking and at a decent clip to boot.

I once heard a slogan that, "Runners run."  I'm not a would-be or a fraud playing a role.  I am a runner and I need to see myself as such.

Each time I rounded the bend and caught a glimpse of myself, I thought, "I'm doing it.  I'm running.  And, really with a good play list and a doable pace, this isn't so bad."

My gift to myself tomorrow, on Christmas morning, is two miles.  Just one foot in front of the other.  That's all.

Phenomenal Woman (1st stanza)	Print friendly version   E-mail this poem to a friend   Send this poem as eCard   Add this poem to MyPoemList   Add this poet to MyPoetList
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.