Yesterday I met my lover again after we hadn't met for two weeks, due to a nasty cold that struck me down in the prime of my week. Quite frankly, it still has me in coughing fits, but I just couldn't wait another minute.
So there we were, the weather was lovely, the sun was shining and the sky Teletubby blue. I rushed into my lover's arms and we hugged joyfully. But when we got down to business I paid the price for those two weeks. My limbs were heavy and tired and I felt as if I was ploughing throught the kids maple syrup.
As I huffed and I puffed my way through I couldn't help but feel indignant: don't those seven years of meeting three times a week mean anything?!
Oh well, we'll just have to be very gentle with each other, and soon we'll be back to our old form.
But even though I found it hard going, it was great to run again.
I love the lover that is running.