Run-away

Men and women of my city ran today. The spirit of the annual marathon rising higher. Short shorts, long strides and sweating on a wintry morning.

I waved at them, in my fleece jacket and jeans. Some I knew, most I didn't.

Remarkable. 

We runners are all dancers, dancing in the rythm of the heartbeat. Step after step, trot after trot, arms moving, head shaking.

I will find my rythm. Soon