A Poem About What Sneaks Into Our Shoes On The Run
One elite runner makes beauty out of the sometimes-gross gunk we collect between our toes while on the trails.
One elite runner makes beauty out of the sometimes-gross gunk we collect between our toes while on the trails.
In one poem, one runner confesses things that we all know to be true.
Imagine the interaction if your favorite pair could talk to its surroundings as you run.