The Armory in New York City is like a breezy day,
not too cool or too warm
but just the right temperature.
You do not need a sweatshirt
but you may wear one if you would like to.
The Armory lets me be free.
I do not feel constrained by anyone other than myself
only my mind and body hold me back,
so I run like the wind
and eventually I feel a puff of air.
The Armory is an indoor track,
not an uncontrollably, windy soccer field.
The Armory is a individual battle,
not a team game.
It's like a breezy day--everything feels pleasing to me
and it is not like a bothersome, long car ride
where my friend is taking up my space.
The Armory is not like a car ride
where my friend is taking up my space,
nor is the Armory like a trampoline without springs,
or with prickly pine leaves making it uncomfortable to jump.
And the Armory is definitely not like opening an empty refrigerator,
when I desperately need something to drink.
The Armory might be like a vacation to Aruba,
or like one of your favorite spots.
It might be like going into the ocean on a warm day,
or taking a shower after you I have been full of sand.
The Armory might be the best place I have ever been to,
and the armory might be the worst place you have ever gone to,
however, the armory might just be the coolest experience you will ever have.
One of my colleagues tells me that when he ran track at the Armory, it was still used as a homeless shelter. In fact, the meet organizers left the cots in the middle of the floor. That's a place someone can feel two ways about.
ReplyDeleteMy daughters claim that running there makes them cough. The Armory cough, they call it.
And yet they returned.
Sounds refreshing! Also, I like the structure you've chosen.
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