Consistency

wind brushes across my face,
sweeping the pespiration,
off the face,
repeated pounding on tarmac.
forefoot striking
breathe breathe breathe
relax the shoulders
keep the body upright,
pattern repeats in the mind.

wind blows across the face,
blows away all troubles,
gets rid of my sorrows,
clears away my angst,
keeps my mind clear,
keeps me sane,
adds perspective to things.

Running, my favourite.
My solace.

peeved abt stuff, don't wanna talk here.
but running and cycling has been consistent this week.
Runs have been pretty high octane, fast paced, not too sure if it gotta do with the angst in me.
But Sports is the only thing that keeps me sane; besides time with family, of course.

maybe I shall go and watch the YOG triathlon tomorrow morning, before heading for a bike and run.

oh ye oh ye oh ye. 8-)