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.