Long, Slow Run

Hungry vultures circled overhead, wide black wings casting menacing shadows under the blazing sun. In my exhaustion-induced delirium, their gaze seemed to follow me too closely as I neared the end of my very first “long run.” I looked forward to collapsing in the cool grass, but changed my mind and found a picnic table instead. Didn’t want those vultures to get any ideas.

Don Ledford at Run Faster, Run Farther