I do not like it, not one little bit!
The sun it was shining, though the windchill was low.
The ice was not melting, wouldn’t you know.
But I put on my gloves and I put on my hat
And I laced up my shoes and said good-bye to the cat.
“I am no wimp!” I said, as I went out the door.
“I can do this today, I’ve done it before!”
I plugged in my iPod and selected some tunes
And charted my course, around the ice dunes.
“This isn’t so bad” I said as I ran.
“Are you out of your mind? I don’t think I can!”
My forehead was stinging, my cheeks were beet red.
My fingers were tingling. “I hate this!!!” I said.
“You’ve got to keep going, it won’t be so long
Just another two miles — think of the song!”
“I want to go home, I don’t like it out here!
It’s cold and it’s windy and I can’t feel my ear!”
“OK, then, you wimp. Cut your running time short.”
“What a splendid idea,” I said with a snort.
Weekend runs
Snow showers tonight, and on into tomorrow.
Not so great for the weekend, to my greatest sorrow.
Sunday’s no good, I’ve got plans for that day.
Though the weather looks better, I have to say.
Possibly Saturday, out at The Woods
Though I must admit, it’s not looking good.