Too much is not always a good thing. |
With exercise I get a lift; they call it runner’s high. Yet you can get too much of it; of that I can’t deny. I run to keep my spirits up; I run with all my might. But when endorphins flood my brain I’m higher than a kite. Once when running down the road out in the countryside, I felt the runner' high come on and went up for a ride. I bumped into a flock of geese in flight to Myers Lake. Relaxed in semi-state of sleep while very much awake. Then higher in the atmosphere I saw a jet go by. I coveted the way it flew, yet I knew how to fly. Ascending to the stratosphere the air was rather thin. I cherished every breath I took as ice formed on my chin. I recognized the curve of Earth and saw the glare of sun. Within my mind I heard alarms, but I was having fun. I pitched head first to make descent like spaceships heading home. It then occurred to me my mind had ample room to roam. Reentry took the best of me as I lay on the ground. At first when I had taken off I thought that it was sound. So in the hospital I winked at nurses on their shift. When asked if I enjoyed my run, I said, “It gave me lift.” 40 Lines Writer’s Cramp 8-15-19 |