if i was running alone
i would’ve stopped
the
pain in the stomach
does
it for me
he
is a runner
national
championship something or other
he
is not stopping
anytime
soon
it
is an odd feeling because
i’ve
never just,
kept,
running
before.
i am a sprinter.
fast,
everything, completely.
walk,
arms above head breathing-
and
again- fast,
no periphery, locked, straight stare.
it can’t last long
leaps.
on
学園通り
for
the second time
i am about to say
i have to stop
but
he is pivoting
"we have five minutes.
wanna turn around and go back
past the park?"
"sure."
jogging uphill
is
hard.
something about that
makes
me want to keep going.
then flat land, rain, wind
a japanese woman with an umbrella
cars
pulling away from a gym
sergio
and i created our own
"last uphill!" he shouts.
it is a moment of everything,
i know every step means more than my shoes hitting the puddled sidewalk.
its not a fight within me anymore
because i know i'll make it.
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