- Along the same roads I go.
Passing the familiar smell of bread
through the window of the house down the lane.
The same letter box, the same route,
the same pain in my hip as I thud down on the pavement
where the curb creeps up and down.
The days are getting lighter and longer,
and my runs are getting later and slower.
Dreaming of something to run towards
that isn't my own house.
Wanting to get back to what was normal,
I pound the pavement, sleep and repeat.
A never-ending cycle with air in my lungs
and shoes on my feet.
There are days where I fly and days where I fall,
but as time goes on it's getting harder to call
any of this enjoyable, fun, or exciting.
This endless repetition isn't warm or inviting.
I long for a change and a sense of normality
when races return and we are met with reality.
But as hard as it seems today, we will always have tomorrow
when the sun comes up and shines down
on what we have seen before, but different.
We will see and hug and embrace
like we have never done before.
Not taking for granted the small steps we have had
to avoid for all this time.
Tomorrow will bring new adventure
and we will run towards new beginnings,
remembering those that shaped where we are now
but not letting the past hold back the present.
Tomorrow we will run,
sprint and soar towards where we want to be.
Where we need to be.
With each other again.
Old friends back to where they belong
before it all went wrong.
Tomorrow we will be running again
because tomorrow we will be together again.
So get out there and run.
Run faster.
Run for longer.
Run because you want to.
Run because you need to.
And when this is all over,
we will see you on the start line.