That heat and humidity put it on me,
Pace slowing to a crawl, not literally, but close,
I tell ya, y’all, it was hard.
Not because it was so hot, eighties,
No because it was so humid, seventies, but
Because they combined to put it on me.

I hate these runs, the beatdown and all,
Legs suffering, lungs buffering, mind melting.
I love these runs, the lifting nature they are,
Legs learning, lungs butching up, mind mastering.
As a ride these years out, a lot of them I hope
Bring the heat and humidity on, hate and love.