Tuesday, 3 March 2015



My lungs are burning
My legs are churning
My heart beats violently
The air rushes by silently
And my skin is kissed by the sun

Why do I run?
Is it for fun?
Am I running to escape,
That dreaded pear shape?
Or is it for fitness?
So that I may bear witness,
To the power of the run.

I run for all these reasons
In all seasons
Running is in my brain
I cannot explain
Why I have this passion
Because after a fashion
I just wanna eat that caramel bun

© Phil Renaud 2015