Of Laps, Miles, and Cups of Coffee

These people I know kill me.
The same ones take care of me.
Often, they have me crying,
Tears of joy,
Tears of laughter,
Tears of pain,
But whatever the result
Their intention is always good.
Mornings are for smiling,
Even when the hills are steep,
The water unforgiving,
Or the pace too fast.

As it should be with friends…

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