We head out into black night
Rain drops pelt down from above
Huddled in a group
Together we fight off the blowing storm
We cross a river of headlights
To begin our pace
It’s a funny feeling running
When you can’t see the ground
My socks and jacket dampen
I can’t tell where sweat and rain
Combine and mingle
As they dance and make me shiver
Breath bellows out from within
Leaving a fog trail behind me
And I feel like a locomotive
My legs and feet piston upon the asphalt
I cross a swollen puddle
It is up and about my laces in an instant
I relish its cold delicious sensation
I am transported again to childhood
Water squishes out the sides of my shoes
My running pants cling to muscled calves
It feels as though I have taken on weight
The moisture heavy and cumbersome
Headlights grow larger upon approach
And I pray that I am seen
With the highly reflective material
I am sure to drivers I gleam
The final hill is all that separates us from the end
We put our faces to the wind and rain
Knowing warmth will be our late reward
For all our hard work and determination
It is done at last
And as we part the river of headlights once again
I look at the runners who surround me
All of the faces are alight with smiles
I answer with one of my own…
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