I carry everything that was packed in “today” with me every day.

Timelessness is a gift.

I think this is week 5. The world is different. As we know, it will never be the same.

Today is like decades away from Monday (it’s Wednesday, right)? I don’t want to think about the future, but I can’t help recycling the past into my present.

I remember her every damn day. My run streak is for her. I remember her every damn day.

I actually write more poetry then I give myself credit; most go unpublished. This is one I’ll share.

All the years that I have spent trying to undo all the heartache I caused, trying to get ahead of every train, trying to put out fires before they started landed on this piece of paper in answer #6.

I have to be honest, though; I don’t always know my ‘why’. Maybe I forgot. Maybe it changed. Rarely, it is so damn clear to me, especially when I’m in the throws of a training cycle. All of this, to me, is absolutely, 100% a-okay.

But for now, tomorrow, the sun will come up again.