One of my main training troubles, or so I think, is that I'm two stone overweight. I imagine I would fly along like Paula Radcliffe if I was thinner. But then, this week, i noticed that my feelings of heaviness and lightness whilst running fluctuate and depend massively on my mood, the terrain, how long I've been running, etc. Perhaps weight is actually relative...

Your private straining faces

are on display

to the audience in their

drive by amphitheatres,

your breath is erupting as if you’re

a kettle on the boil

and you’re wetter than

you’d want to be in public

without a towel.

Beach cafe-Toyota-spaniel-hand-

hand-beagle-Micra-

in your stop motion animation

blinking, your feet thudding

so hard onto the pavement

the concrete shatters under you,

leaving two black potholes

after your every step.

Fe Fi Fo Fum.

There is just gasping and wet

and knee-sea-bluecarredcar-skating girl-

spaniel-wet-gasp-wet-gasp-thud-repeat

until

zoom out

to a shot of the seafront.

Sand sprays in an arc

to the kick

of a football,

a Fiesta’s silver alloys

become a kaleidoscope,

your limbs rotate

slowly as a wind turbine

lifting you off the ground,

to join a white kite

drifting

across

the bay.