A Love/Hate Run

I hate running

But I miss running

And I can’t wait to start running again

Lace up my doubts, they’re worn and thin

Out the door, I dive back in

The start is slow, my legs don't move

My lungs protest with every groove

The rhythm's lost, the air is thin

But something deeper pulls me in

The start of each run is hard

The middle of the run is war

(Fighting for breath, chasing the life I had before)

But there's gold at the end

In the quiet satisfaction

I hate running

But I love it more than I imagined

Sweat and silence, side by side

Thoughts unravel as I stride

Pain’s a ghost that walks with me

But peace is always chasing me

I curse each mile, I count each step

But there’s a calm inside the mess

I feel alive between the ache

Like I’m breaking just to wake

The start of each run is hard

The middle of the run is war

(Fighting for breath, chasing the life I had before)

But there's gold at the end

In the quiet satisfaction

I hate running

But I love it more than I imagined

Maybe pain’s the price of progress

Maybe sweat is just a prayer

Maybe running is a question

And the answer’s in the air

Yeah, the start of each run is hard

The middle of the run is war

(Fighting to stay, fighting for more)

But the end is like a hymn

A whispered chain reaction

I hate running

But I love it like a habit I can't quit

I don’t know...

I hate running

But I love it all the same