Running here is not like running in Huntsville.
There are no greenways.
There are no friendly faces and bikers on three wheels.
Running here is not like running in Chicago.
There is no lake with a breeze.
There are no roller skaters and blossoms falling.
Running here is not like London.
There is no bridge.
There are no long staircases and post-run smoothies.
Running here is an adventure.
There are no rules.
There are no stop signs and rights of way.
Men run alongside traffic of buses, cars and the occasional horse.
Intersections increase heart rate with the unknown variable of who will cross first.
Accomplishment is found when you reach the end of the dead-end
Knowing with certainty you cannot go further.
Hills are smaller; sidewalks are not an option.
It is only the street with nary a painted line to guide.
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