He ran 45 minutes every other night
and felt the runner’s highs
in all of the nightly runs.
He liked the coolness of the night,
the fewer cars on the roads he
ran on.
But then during one of his hundreds
of runs in his thirties, he heard a
snapping in his right knee
and he limped all the way home,
and saw a doctor the next day
who said his knee would be okay
after an arthroscopy a few days
later, and he’d be able to run again
just like he had for years.
The operation done, the rest, and
the rehab over, he started a new run
with his healed knee.
But after only a few minutes, pain
in his knee and his running
ended forever
with no guarantees another operation
would fix the knee completely
and could make it worse.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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