Thursday's runs always suck!
Bearing the baggage of the week:
Insufficient sleep,
Too many heavy meals,
Or not enough,
And the fatigue of work-a-day existence.
This should be a day of prime running.
Afterall,
Mighty Thor himself has lent his name.
How auspicious and powerful,
But tragically,
It isn't so.
As they say,
"Thursday's child has far to go,"
And I,
Unfortunately,
Have miles to run before the sun will rise.
Feeling weak,
Dragging and worn,
I run in the nadir of the week.
Struggling,
Like Thor after battle with Jörmungandr,
When he took nine steps and died!
That's me,
Running,
On a Thursday.
5-9-19
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