The online order was made due to the need.
Days go by and the package arrives.
Anticipation fills the air as the box is opened.
Excitement as the packing paraphernalia is tossed left and right.
Deep into the transporter lies the gray rectangular cube awaiting me.
The lid is abruptly popped by the hand.
The smell of ethylene vinyl acetate quaffs from inside.
The thin protective blanket cocoons the elements.
Hints of polyurethane waft up penetrating the nose.
Flashes of memories from first times criss cross through the mind.
Eyes shut for a brief instant to take in the moment.
A slight smile raises the cheeks on both ends.
Colors of new flash as the eyes open wide.
Lightning Yellows…
Deep Blacks…
Muted Chromes…
Scintillating Whites pop before me.
My next partner has arrived in my possession.
Uncorrupted running shoes lie in waiting for our meeting.
Void of dirt.
Void of sweat.
Void of blood.
Void of ungodly smells that force its peers to live in the garage.
These shoes are welcomed in the home for the time.
Premonition hovers around us.
However, feeling needs to be halted for the time.
Too early!
Need to wait!
For a time closer to the day that they will be needed.
What day is this?
Only the training program will tell.
Allowing us to join to become one.
That day?
23 days from the arrival.
23 days is the day that is set.
23 days is on the calendar were the journey will begin.
I must wait, control, tolerance is needed…
The Day Has Come
22 days has gone the day is near.
Excitement, anticipation the remembrance of days ago overtake me.
The box reopened awakens the elements.
Crude cardboard mid foots removed making way for real.
Signs of new that dangle out of eyelets cut.
Laces are long and threaded as if ready to go.
Tonight I sleep, tomorrow we run.
Alarm wakes me at 5.
Up in a flash while the shoes await.
Off to the gym the two of us go.
Treadmill, Dreadmill, who cares today.
Today is a new beginning to the end of a journey.
This tempo will be smooth on our maiden voyage.
First steps are stiff, need to break the ice.
Warming up the muscles warms up the ride.
First mile ends at ease with an 8:06.
The test is going to be felt for us on 4 miles at a clip.
Pace increase to a mid-T 6:45.
Strides are awkward and clumsy on the first date.
Heart rate high, lungs, burn body comes to an erratic state.
Feet are at ease, comfortable, snuggled in for the haul.
Tenths click by, time moves on, body goes nowhere.
Push the miles, determination and goals need to be set.
Body and shoes become one as the belt spins around.
Miles move forward, minutes march on.
Days go by and the package arrives.
Anticipation fills the air as the box is opened.
Excitement as the packing paraphernalia is tossed left and right.
Deep into the transporter lies the gray rectangular cube awaiting me.
The lid is abruptly popped by the hand.
The smell of ethylene vinyl acetate quaffs from inside.
The thin protective blanket cocoons the elements.
Hints of polyurethane waft up penetrating the nose.
Flashes of memories from first times criss cross through the mind.
Eyes shut for a brief instant to take in the moment.
A slight smile raises the cheeks on both ends.
Colors of new flash as the eyes open wide.
Lightning Yellows…
Deep Blacks…
Muted Chromes…
Scintillating Whites pop before me.
My next partner has arrived in my possession.
Uncorrupted running shoes lie in waiting for our meeting.
Void of dirt.
Void of sweat.
Void of blood.
Void of ungodly smells that force its peers to live in the garage.
These shoes are welcomed in the home for the time.
Premonition hovers around us.
However, feeling needs to be halted for the time.
Too early!
Need to wait!
For a time closer to the day that they will be needed.
What day is this?
Only the training program will tell.
Allowing us to join to become one.
That day?
23 days from the arrival.
23 days is the day that is set.
23 days is on the calendar were the journey will begin.
I must wait, control, tolerance is needed…
The Day Has Come
22 days has gone the day is near.
Excitement, anticipation the remembrance of days ago overtake me.
The box reopened awakens the elements.
Crude cardboard mid foots removed making way for real.
Signs of new that dangle out of eyelets cut.
Laces are long and threaded as if ready to go.
Tonight I sleep, tomorrow we run.
Alarm wakes me at 5.
Up in a flash while the shoes await.
Off to the gym the two of us go.
Treadmill, Dreadmill, who cares today.
Today is a new beginning to the end of a journey.
This tempo will be smooth on our maiden voyage.
First steps are stiff, need to break the ice.
Warming up the muscles warms up the ride.
First mile ends at ease with an 8:06.
The test is going to be felt for us on 4 miles at a clip.
Pace increase to a mid-T 6:45.
Strides are awkward and clumsy on the first date.
Heart rate high, lungs, burn body comes to an erratic state.
Feet are at ease, comfortable, snuggled in for the haul.
Tenths click by, time moves on, body goes nowhere.
Push the miles, determination and goals need to be set.
Body and shoes become one as the belt spins around.
Miles move forward, minutes march on.
Perpetual motion is not to be found.
4 miles are accomplished as body feels the effects.
The feet have no complaints, calm and undamaged.
The shoes had held up their part of the bargain.
Pace is decreased, heart rate and breathing subside.
Cruising to the 1 mile home stretch at 8:06’s.
The job is complete, the task is done.
Asics Nimbus 11’s and I are one.
4 miles are accomplished as body feels the effects.
The feet have no complaints, calm and undamaged.
The shoes had held up their part of the bargain.
Pace is decreased, heart rate and breathing subside.
Cruising to the 1 mile home stretch at 8:06’s.
The job is complete, the task is done.
Asics Nimbus 11’s and I are one.
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