My Sunday, my Church.Baby its hot outside.

Hit the street, neon birds grace my shirt, offering no help to make me fly. Sun colored skin glistens in 6 steps, the road I work to conquer.

A breeze whispers, giving me courage. Gaelic Storm urging me to jig, Pink yelling not to give in.

I hear my feet scuttling, shuffling trying to stay afloat. One step, two step, a thousand steps forward and back and a circle around.

 

I ask, Is it raining? The wind puts lips together, blows through the leaves, showering left over rain from the storm of last night. Once more, I am the Conqueror. The road laughs no more.

Baby its hot outside. My Sunday, my Church.

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About jlturtlerunner

12 plus Years Surviving Stage IV Oral Cancer. I have become a "Turtle" runner since that diagnosis, as a way of saying, "Take That Sucker!" After 12 years of being a Turtle Runner, I'm adding a new title, Turtle Rucker!

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