Running and Roses

Went for a couple runs today to kick off the 100 miles in the month of August challenge. Had a little knee trouble, and thought of this poem I wrote from my image poem project from last year:

“Collapsing Arches” based on the image of a footprint

When I was a young runner;

zit-pocked and reed-whipped

by those who would be men before me,

my mother took me to a little shop

at the top of the hill with the stoplight.

There, a small tan man

with yellow teeth

inspected my feet.

He told me my arches were

collapsing and gave me special

shoes to hold them up when I ran.

I never asked what it meant

because I was afraid to look stupid.

So I bought into this notion

that my very feet were crumbling beneath me.

I’ve since run without special shoes

and foot consultants, but not without

the dread that man put in me:

That one day, while out on a quick jog,

my feet will go from collapsing to

collapsed and I will never run again.

Today's Drawing (inspired by the word "Cowabunga" posted by Nick Chandler)

Today's "365" Project and Haiku of the Day! (write a haiku and illustrate it!)

"Morning run observation"

Scattered rose petals

at the base of a park bench.

Romance's remnants.