Journey

 

Training, running, getting ready for a race

Learning to keep levelled, steady pace

I ran the forest path

It was made of mud

Foot flopped and I fell, ended up with filthy face

 

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Running inspired limerick. I indeed went for a run in the woods at the weekend but managed to keep my face mud-free. The trainers not so much.

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Writing 201: Journey

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  1. 3skay
    Feb 18, 2015 @ 18:46:14

    An off trail run when it’s wet is a nice test of balance too. Nice playful limerick.

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