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You Don’t Race The Bugs On Your Run, But The Bugs Race You

Elite runner Alexi Pappas shares an ode to the creepy crawlers that crowd the woods.

Photo: Zach Hetrick
Photo: Zach Hetrick

Bugs

 

I’m not sure if the bugs are watching

me dart through the trees

 

and I never worry

what a bug or a bee thinks of me

 

while I try

what I try in the woods—

 

mostly to up climb things

faster than I did yesterday—

 

the bugs are trying too

 

eyes instead

on their trophy

 

what is a personal best for a slug

 

so when I toe the start line

I go with the confidence

 

I carry in the woods

the stands I imagine

 

at times

full of bugs.

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