The rain can discourage you from your daily routine. It’s just water, get out there. “He found her, In a time of gray skies and rain, Her light shined through, Suddenly the stars appeared Her face a constellation” M.J. Quinn

Time can torment you during a run. Just let go and let your legs do the rest. “Where does the time go with her, I find myself living from kiss to kiss, And moments of laughter, The in-between is a blur, Life is better in her presence” M.J. Quinn

It’s tuff getting motivated to run every day. Find something that ignites you. For me food! “The fire in her eyes glistened with rage, but not malicious, He was the spark that ignited her heart, He could see beyond her exterior, A frail heart from pain endured” M.J Quinn

Oh, the sweet taste of accomplishment. Another 6 miles done! “She was more than a memory, A dulce wraith, She lingered in him, Her pallid skin between his fingertips, On his lips her nectar” M.J. Quinn

Often on my 6-mile runs, memories inspire me. “Remember the night, When we first kissed, Your cheeks a ray of warmth I could see your soul through those eyes, I didn’t want to wake from that dream The abyss of reality torments me, Take me there, Behind the Curtain, Where you and I live forever”…

Another 6 miles, sometimes I want to snap my fingers and be done with the run. “Magic was never real, Just fables filled with spells and potions Men blinded by illusions of satire, Then she appeared, Out of thin air, Her eyes the stars, Her beauty the midnight sky” M.J.Quinn

Midway through my runs, Pain is evident, but it reminds us we’re human. “The pain keeps me alive, I am with you there, I don’t want to see the light For I am alone” M.J. Quinn

Running often allows me to hone in on my writing. For those 6 miles or more, words speak to me. “I sit here and count the seconds between our kisses, The hours between gazes, The days between laughter I find solace in my pen, My words transform this paper, A canvas of your beauty I…

I sit here and count the seconds between our kisses, The hours between gazes, the days between laughter, I find solace in my pen, My words transform this paper, A canvas of your beauty I have painted. -M.J. Quinn