#slow burners and yearners >>>>>

[insidetheerings]

i will also raise you this....

what the hell happened to the real romance readers....like where are the yearners...the lovers...the hopeful romantics...the SLOW burners (but not too slow of course)

chivalry's in a coma, we can't let romance end up there too.

[bleeding-ink-heart]

Running away

(um,this kinda turned into a rap type thing somehow)

Not sure why I caught the running bug, no idea how long it will last, but it’s good to get fit. Or fitter. Right?

Done the beginner’s course, graduated with a slow 5k, seemed okay. Anyway I went up to the next group, lady there threw me for a loop. Said you won’t last, you’re just too fast, just join the top class.

So I guess I passed the test, not like I’m the best, still pretty slow, but yeah I know, others are even slower, so that makes me a fast learner, slow burner, yearner to be quicker, get my speed much slicker.

I’m used to leading the pack, not stuck at the back, like a heart attack is round the next bend, wishing the miles would end.

Bitten off more than I can chew now? Taking a different view now, running uphill, outta breath and ill, running with the big dogs, not such a clever clogs, messing with my ego, a faster pace we still go, still a thrill to me though(?)

Thinking the end is coming, thank fuck I’m tired of running, the net effect is numbing, flag down a car I’m thumbing! But the end is an illusion, facing a conclusion, despite my kind inclusion, gotta ways to go, started quicker now it’s slow, something I oughta know, always one more mile, fix a grimace not a smile, we’ll get there in a while.

But eventually there’s rumblings, mumblings, hopeful words and other things, at last my heart cries out and sings, let’s see what aches tomorrow brings. A feeling of elation, with the revelation the finish just in sight now, footsteps getting light now, mood switches dark to light now.

Miraculous burst of energy, replaces weary lethargy, oh my goodness look at me! Made it to the end, a message I can send, to my cutie friend. I’ll ring her if she’s ready…she’ll probably throw a teddy, wish we were going steady, night night it’s time for beddie. 💤