Cleo & Trex
Trex
Hey Cleo, ever think how the rhythm of a run can feel like a poem, each breath a line, every stride a stanza?
Cleo
Yes, I see it that way—every inhale a line, every step a line of a quiet poem unfolding on the pavement.
Trex
Nice, but don’t let the words get in the way of the movement. Keep your stride tight, your breathing steady, and your heart rate in the sweet spot. You’re writing a poem on the pavement, but it’s your body that has to perform the verses. Stay focused, stay disciplined, and don’t let complacency sneak in.
Cleo
I’ll keep the rhythm in my chest, let the words follow my heartbeat, not the other way around. Thanks for the gentle push—feeling it now.
Trex
Great, keep that beat, keep the fire burning, and remember: the only thing that slows you is the thought of stopping. Push through!