I prepare for running by buying the right clothes.
No more the cotton t-shirt, absorbent and heavy with sweat.
Instead, ultra light fabric, cut to a vest.
A pair of double shorts.
A tight-fitting, stretchy material, housed within a classically styled pair.
A cap, to protect my head from the rain,
Inserts within my running shoes, to protect my precious arches.
Unsure how I am going to transport bottles of water,
I plan hideaway points
In the branches of trees.
It’s been a while since I ran.
Between five and six years.
Initially, it’s going to be a killer.
I understand this.
But there’s only one way I will shift
This expectant belly of a hippo.
For flatness, first will come pain.
But I am ready.
I am ready.
Pretty sure, at least.