Day 106: A Halloween Running Poem

It was Halloween morning and it was not even cold,
the pumpkins had been carved and set out to mold.

With football on TV and the baby sawin’ logs,
I sat on the couch to catch up on some blogs.

But the sky was so clear and the ground was all dry,
so I went up the stairs and got dressed with a sigh.

For all I had left for jog-wear, of course,
was my frightening pair of shorty short-shorts.

After I laced up my shoes and plugged in my Zune,
I got started on three with a cool list of tunes.

But after I’d been about a mile or so,
I’d been going too fast and I started to slow.

Mile Two was so hard, I just wanted to walk,
when all of a sudden, Avril started to rock.

Faster and faster, I wanted more speed,
Because, lately, I’ve felt this is something I need.

I turned up the hill, the end was in sight,
I hoped to get home before Halloween night!

I looked at the clock, not believing my power,
Three miles with four hills in just a half hour!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!