They shoot the gun but no one has been hurt we are running.
We are all running
We are running and raunning and there are millions of us. Double that in shouelaces tht almost no one is tripping over.
We are running. We are running and already the sweat starts.
The day is so hot. So hot that the falling snow feels so good.
It FLAKES down to my shoulders and arms where it merges with the sweat and i am whole and the universe is whole and the grain is whole and here we go.
I’m running and running and running.
Where is everyone? I’m running and i think i’m running the wrong way
and the ceiling fan is blowing so hard that it is almost knocking me over
And i’m running and there’s this kitten, the kitten is screaming, it is screaming at the top of its lungs, over the top of its lungs, way over the top of its lungs and it’s keeping pace with me on little kitten legs.
No it isn’t screaming. It is singing “Think of me” from Phantom and that is okay. That is an okay thing for a kitten to song.
And i am running. I am running and running and running.
I can see the finish line.
I can see the refrigerator gobbling up all the snacks i’ve prepared for myself as a reward.
I’m running and running and running
And i am going to get that fridge.
Screw that fridge. I am going to get it.
I am going to get that fridge. I am going to get it.
And now the cat is singing ONE from a Chorus Line
And that is okay. That is an okay thing for a kitten to sing.
And i am going to win. I am going to win this marathon, that seems awfully short when i think about it so i try not to think about it, but that kitten is pulling ahead of me. It is rnnning and doing little kicks and Michael Douglas is screaming “CASSIE GET YOUR KICKS DOWN”
And i am giving it everything i’ve got but this little kitten is beating me
And then i’m there.
Everyone is throwing flowers on the kitten. They are giving him reward kisses.
And i’m just standing here without even a gatorade to call my own.