Run run run

 It's a grey morning. Laced up the running shoes, pushed play on a podcast, and headed to the canal trail for a seven mile run. It's been awhile since I've run this far. 

The grey blue canal with brown undertones moves beside me otter like. It's color can't be named. There are ducks that bob and play in the water. I stay on the dirt path above the water stepping on dirt, small rocks, leaves, and a scattering of acorn shells. 

It's steady. This is where I live, I think. Near this canal, these bike paths. 

There is freedom in running. My mind unhinges from to do. 

I feel strong in my legs.

My breathing becomes rhythmic. 

I check my watch after, 7 miles. There is pride. My legs are tired. 

This feeling and the canal will move through me for the rest of the day.