Today was a rare, beautiful "Wellington on a good day" kind of day. I should have been running! I should not have been sitting around in meeting after meeting. However a massage and niggling injury kept me off my feet and sitting at my desk looking grumpily out the office window at blue skies and green hills. So I'll post a poem about running, rather than post about my running...

Afternoon Distractions

The sun is shining
The air is still
And I am longing to
Be out running while
Pondering the nature of obsession and
Wondering whether this is just
Another expression of that
Which provides momentary distraction
From real tasks at hand.
What am I running from?
Or am I for a change running to?