Lament of an Injured Runner
by Sonia Rowley
Coaxed from the depths by the rhythm of my Nikes pounding pavement
The musical beat of breath.
As each mile passes, I push myself
A little farther.
Something’s gone wrong.
I try to ignore. Forget. Run it off.
But the pain persists.
An appointment. Another.
“You’d better lay off for a few weeks.”
My breath catches in my throat.
Like shackles around my ankles.
One, two, three, four... repeat
With closed eyes, I remember what I’m working toward -
My sport. My passion.
Or the tedium of a pool.
I force myself into the water with the reluctance of a cat.
“I will stay strong,” I say.
Self-restraint wears thin.
A feeling of betrayal sets in.
Why does my body fail me?
Hope is only a flicker,
replaced by an all-consuming impatience.
Always looking forward...
A sweet breeze filling my gasping lungs.
Sweaty, pain-free miles behind me.
I will do whatever it takes.
Listen to this:
Odessa - Caribou