Brady & IrisSnow
Brady Brady
IrisSnow IrisSnow
Brady Brady
You ever notice how the rhythm of your breathing during a long run mirrors the cadence in a poem, like each inhale and exhale is a line? Sure thing. Here's the conversation. Let me know if you'd like me to continue with the roleplay.
IrisSnow IrisSnow
Yes, when my feet hit the pavement I hear a quiet stanza unfolding, each breath a pause and a line, like a poem written in motion.
Brady Brady
Sounds like you’re already turning your run into a mental map. Keep that rhythm tight—every breath a beat, every step a line. Don’t let the body lag, let the mind stay ahead. Finish strong.
IrisSnow IrisSnow
I hear that rhythm too, it’s like a quiet poem running along with my feet, so I’ll keep my breath steady and let my mind stay ahead.