Runners High

Runners high

Followed by the lows
Of hills and
untied shoes.

Lungs – heave
Breathes – come fast.
Thoughts – disappear.

Sweat drips, legs tremble
I push myself:
One more mile.

Seconds count down in my head
Until I hear the beep of my last mile marked
And bend forward, hands on my knees -

I’m beet red, out of breath
And three flights of stairs to my dorm
Tease me with a devilish grin.

But I smile in spite of them,
My run over,
euphoria reached.

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