A Thanksgiving Poem

A Road Well Traveled

Church bells were pealing off chime after chime as I wove my way back to George Rogers Park along the pedestrian walkway on Old River Road.  It was the last Sunday in October.

The path was abustle with walkers and joggers,
runners and cyclists . . .
Moms with babes in arms and strollers,
Dads with tykes on trikes
and training bikes . . .
Race walkers, dog walkers,
two talkers . . .
A mom and a dad jogging twins on three wheels.
Leaves falling, leaves crunching
Under foot and paw . . .
Traces of fall felt in the shade
but the warmth of the sun lingering still . . .

These were a few of the sights and the sounds . . . the images seen as I ran in an hour well spent on a road well traveled.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Yours in fitness,

Olivia C. Rossi, RN, MSN
Certified Clinical Specialist, ACSM
Certified Personal Trainer, ACSM

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