S'gotta be the shoes

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About a mile 'til the fields turn into trails....a sharp right puts into the woods...check your pace, keeping three steps ahead; stride:short, short....jump...which requires an ability to judge distance, fear of compound fractures brings my knees up still higher, use of my upper body to PULL me up the hill...down the other side and stop. Quiet enough to hear my heart beating through me....deafening; remembering why I do this...Did the out, and now the back:dodging what lies beneath the leaves....



How do your shoes make you feel?