12 Miles–Second Attempt

My will is set to run around the lakes
four times.  I start with half my normal stride
to test my strength, alleviate mistakes
of carelessness, impatience, or of pride.
This time I’ve brought my water, though it’s cool;
I know twelve miles will take their toll of thirst.
So rather than to be again a fool,
I’ve come in preparation for the worst.
And though I’ve chosen shoes that feel too big,
and though I’ve chosen socks that feel too thin,
and though I can’t avoid each stone or twig,
and though it’s not a race to lose or win,
I run to my redemption with a will
that makes it seem like time is standing still.


This sonnet is available in my book, “26.2 Sonnets for Runners.”

https://www.amazon.com/26-2-Sonnets-Scott-Ennis/dp/1105087123

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