The Feelings of a day.

I let the hot water of the shower just fall on me and think back.

I remember the energy of the first climb and the burning muscles of the last. I recall the joyous morning sun and the oppressive midday blaze. I smile at the buzz when explaining to others on the fell the task I am accomplishing today.

I remember the feel of the sharp stones under my shoes and the throbbing in my feet when I stop. The weariness in my body and the refreshing green tea. The sting of sun burnt shoulders and the roughness of a sun cream-matted beard.

The shower washes away the weariness and the dirt and the sun cream. But not the smile. Not the joy of a day’s running in the sun; of completing what I set out to do.



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