“How was your run?”

In matters of the heart I may not be a star

Just learning the ropes and hoping I can go far.

Been stopped a couple of times short of my goal

Gave me a chance to search down deep in my soul.

By manly standards I know I’m a hopeless romantic

Can see the gap between painted face and authentic.

Fair-skinned girls can get my hormones a-running

With my heart heated up and noisily humming.

Long distance running was not really my type

One knee quite lazy couldn’t build up the hype.

Then she came along and zapped up the miles

I thought I’d tag along and show her my styles.

Did some pretty long marathons alongside the lass

Just wondering when I should make the right pass

My tongue got twisted up and throat became dry

Really messed things up in the night of my first try.

Now she’s gone and my dreams are all a-shattered

I should have ventured out even if I stuttered.

She sent me her thoughts like a blast from a gun

“Ton, how are you, and… how was your run?”