to be a runner, before
the cartilages
on my knees
completely wore off
and it became bone on bone,
kneecap to femur.
i had to run
at least
three miles or four
in the morning.
rain or snow.
sometimes more.
i forced myself out there
onto the slick
streets,
down to the woods,
or high school track,
circling,
circling.
pounding the pavement,
believing it was
all for the betterment
of good health.
but my wooden cane
says no, now.
says, maybe it was a bad
idea after all.
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