Reflections: The Run (For Dani)

Poet-in-Residence, Bob Weirauch, wrote about his daughter's running efforts. Those efforts might have been a long time ago, but obviously he never forgot Dani's commitment and dedication to the path she ran on and the path she followed throughout her life. 

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Brisk air fills hot lungs as her tired legs beat the bricks along the path. Her chest is heaving as the morning air escapes her body as easily as the music playing in her ears envelopes it. 

Familiar landmarks rise- up in front of her and disappear again like childhood memories. They mark a path known only to her, to be trod upon only at her pace marking the road to an inner space that’s only hers. Sometimes it doesn’t seem that far. 

Sometimes it seems two lifetimes and then some. Sometimes it feels like the air will never escape her lungs unless she screams. Sometimes the landmarks aren’t so familiar and the path not so well known. 

Exuberant endorphin-like emotions escape into her head today on this clear crisp morning. No body-soaking fear-exploding inside today. Only confidence and poise guide her on her way. Almost at the finish… 

Brisk air fills hot lungs as her tired legs beat the bricks along the path of life. She runs in an inner space that’s only hers. When she needs to, she reaches down inside her reserves to stay the course. 

It’s a run.

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