3 trees

3 trees, a photo by blueflicker on Flickr.

Iron

In midlife I am richer in sight than at twenty
Realising that pretty soon I will be closing the circle
Or come out the other side of the woods, if you want to call it that.
And in that grey dusk, in that soft gloaming
I will remember my father
His one great strength amidst the frailties.
Integrity. The iron honesty of farmfolk and mountainfolk
If I leave nothing else behind but that
I will have bequeathed the world a world.

Week 11: The hills are alive with the sound of huffing

Run 40, walk 1. Run 20, cooldown.
Brutal. Especially with hills thrown in.
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And still, I'm thinking I might do the half-marathon program after this is over.

Masochistic!