Poem: Runner’s High

My old sneakers, good and comfy
if somewhat worn and laces frayed
sing a gravelly song as I run free
in the winter dawn on a trail.


Running as I seek that high
you get when you’re exhausted
your legs hurt, your throat is dry
and your heart’s beating so fast that
you see stars
in front of your eyes.


But you know it’ll be worth it–
this daily routine,
your running regime,
soon a burst of dopamine
will turn your pain into
pleasure.

© M. Jay Dixit, September heart-to-hearts, 2021 All Rights Reserved

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