In the first few hundred meters
I feel almost every disruption
in my body.
My restored knee, my muscles,
my feet, my lungs. Going over
them in my mind, checking which
one can form a problem
along the way.
And it seems they all will.
Then, after about 1 K,
the running mode kicks in.
All systems go, we’re ready
to do this, they seem to tell me.
But I still feel their protest.
After 5 K the protests are silenced,
and there’s only the route planning
in my mind – and words,
but that’s another story.
As I approach the apex of the bridge
the second time, the protests
come back to life:
we’ve done what you asked,
now let us rest.
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