All of the roads and trails are shit. Madison really needs to start putting down some salt. Either that, or Mother Nature had better warm up enough to thaw this mess. Running isn’t as much fun when the primary goal is to try to stay upright.
While slipping and sliding on icy, sludge-covered streets around Lake Monona this morning, I managed to think up just a little bit of poetry…
Just a little bit:
Just a little bit more
Just a little bit longer
Just a little bit sore
Just a little bit stronger
Just a little bit of pain
Just a little bit to suffer
Just a little bit to gain
Just a little bit tougher
Just a little bit of muscle
Just a little bit more fit
Just a little bit to hustle
Just a little bit of grit
Just a little bit dead
Just a little bit defeated
Just a little bit of red
Just a little bit depleted
Just a little bit of a hill
Just a little bit to climb
Just a little bit of a thrill
Just a little bit of time
Just a little bit, let’s go!
Just a little bit left to run
Just a little bit, don’t slow!
Just a little bit and I’m done
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