Discontent - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

This was the summer of my discontent
This was the moment where I had to relent
From early morning neighborhood jogs
From wayward cars and barking dogs
No more running to clear my head
No more sweating to ease the dread
The less I ran the more I drank
The less I ran my ego sank
The more I drank the less I cared
The more I sank my anger flared
I tried cycling to help dispel
But I'm a klutz and always fell
Bit by bit and day by day
My legs stopped aching and I went out to play
Weavingly, drunkenly, side to side
Slowly, haltingly I hit my stride
Now starting over really sucks
But barking dogs and dodging trucks
Is what it takes to make me smile
Stride by stride and mile by mile