A meeting is excellent motivation.
Humidity was approaching 100%,
My desire to run outside was lacking.
Along came Zoom and off I went.
My feet were tapping a newfound beat,
My mind was writing an untyped memo,
My lungs sifted through the tropical chum,
And before I knew it, the run was done.
The wreckage of the meeting was still there, of course,
But I preferred to rest in the high of the run,
To ignore our lack of foresight,
To bask in the ache of physicality.