Give Me Some Speed [workout]

Autumn is just beginning to loom its multicolored head. The sand is crinkly with leaves, and my feet dream of escaping their running shoe prisons. My feet want to run around naked and to clumsily pick up the brightest leaves and hold them as long as balance is merciful. My toes want to get bitten by the fresh air that snaps at our faces.

However, there is a work out to run. There are people to lead. There are smiles to make. There are dreams to for-fill. So my feet give up this dashing desire for freedom, and instead remain in their slightly-too-small cage. They give this up- so that times will fall with the leaves.