wet and happy

i ran six miles today
planned to stop at five but felt good
so i kept going
loaded up on gatorade at 7-11
and walked up the street
and it started pouring rain

walking across beacon street
archangel by burial on the ipod
hermetically sealed cars passing by
heads down rushing with umbrelleas
sox fans late for a game that wouldn't be played
starting to get cold and thoroughly soaked
but wholly content

i got on a roasting
moist
green line car
and proceeded to make it more so
despite the fact that i was wearing clothes that were not what you would call
clean
and had just run for an hour in the pouring rain
i was not the smelliest person on the train