A sickness

Yesterday,
on a Saturday,
in the middle of an afternoon,
where I didn't have anything I had to do or truly needed to do,
where I could just spend the day relaxing,
I went for a 4 mile run/walk.

I remember people saying that you can get addicted to running, but I never thought I could happen to me.  It's a sickness.  One, where my body desires to be sweaty and in pain.
But the run, despite the sickness that caused me to go for a run, was very nice.

I ran a mile to the park and then two laps around the park and back home.  While running around the park I passed other runners (going in the opposite direction of course).  But the problem with all the runners was that none of them were smiling.  On a Saturday, when the smell of spring blossoms and rain are in the air, it is a day to be smiling.  So, I for one was smiling.

And as the sprinkling of rain started,
as I ran/walked home,
I keep smiling,
even though no one was passing me to see it.