The Running Hour

 
I woke up from another heart pounding dream
I opened my eyes and the clock said four thirty seven
I had another three minutes before the alarm went off
I was psyched and stoked for this morning’s session
 
Out in the streets, it was dark and a little dangerous
The air was still warm from yesterday’s hot burning sun
It was already seventy-two degrees (or twenty-two Celsius)
So I went off to the gym for an early five mile run
 
There I was on the treadmill trying to breathe steadily
At an incline I was sweating like I’ve never sweated before
Blasting Clockwork Angels in my ears I still heard my breath
My fat cried, it screamed out loud out of every single pore
 
My eyes burned when the all that sweat ran down my face
I wasn't a pretty sight when beads flickered onto the machine
My dream was to get faster even though I’ve gotten older
But the pounds burning off tended to sound very mean
 
After I finished, I cleaned the machine and went back home
I made myself a quick breakfast and then took a shower
Reeling from that high I headed to work to go get that bread
Planning my incline and speed for tomorrow’s running hour