27 April 2012
It's been a while since my feet hurt this much, I miss it, It feels like effort put in, And paid off.
A journey, Always the same pattern, You start with good intent, Your feet take a beating on the way, But you get to sit down in victory at the other end,
With words like "victory" and "triumph" to grace your lips,
As from them a champion's smile slips.
Walking Shoes • Opuss № I