CHILLY RUN

Rolled out of bed right early
Lest my wife later be surly.
Put on a third shirt,
Thinking it hardly could hurt.
Went out and started my run
Well before the rising of the sun.
With insufficient warning,
A chill had come before morning.
Though I think I'm no bumpkin,
Was surprised to find frost on the pumpkin.
The temp I had wrongly assessed
And was a little too lightly dressed.
Didn't consider turning back,
For courage I didn't lack,
Knowing cold you can face
If you keep up a good pace.
Light gloves, no hat, no tights
Would quite serve me alright.
Barely warm enough on arms and torso.
Wished some other parts were more so.
Got cold beyond the wrists,
But fingers survived by making fists.
Ears got cold after a mile.
Legs warmed up after a while.
Few cars to be seen on the street.
Rubbed ears to bring them some heat.
On the trail it was right lonely,
And bare legs mine were the only.
Put a glove on a private part
When it started to smart.
Double duty that glove served,
Half its time for my hand reserved.
Though the chill did not my style cramp,
My shirts became but a tiny bit damp.
Not one shirt did I doff.
A sunny day was starting off
When to finish I was glad,
Though it really hadn't been bad.

REGIONAL IRON HORSE TRAIL

Included in my Alamo jogging course
Is the Regional Trail Iron Horse.
It's long and straight and flat and boring.
But instead of streets exploring,
I use this paved resource.

It's here that many locals jog
And many a lady walks her dog.
On this former path for locomotives
There is no traffic automotive,
Nor is there any smog.