Run, run, run
The path winds through brush and
unfamiliar landscape
Birds sing through the branches
of overhead trees
Heart pounding, eyes wide open
A fox scurries towards its hole
It is getting late, yet you run
The sun sinks below distant hills
as wind streams your brown hair
you trip, but get back on your feet
thirst grips you and you stop to drink
from a nearby stream
You wipe your hand across your brow
as you think to yourself
What a great workout!