In a world often filled with noise, demands, and the pressures of daily life, some seek solace in the quiet rhythm of their footsteps. The runner, as Abel Keogh so eloquently describes in his poem The Runner, finds peace in motion, a sense of purpose in the steady beat of his strides. Each morning, as the sun peeks over the horizon, runners take to the streets, parks, and trails to embark on their journey. For them, running is more than mere exercise—it is a form of meditation, an escape, and a personal triumph. “Amidst the clamor and the fray, the runner emerges to start his day,” Keogh writes, capturing the runner’s steadfast commitment to his craft. For many, running is not just about speed or distance, but about finding a balance between body and mind. The rhythmic pounding of shoes against pavement serves as a melody, a symphony of movement and breath. “Each step a note, music in flight, rhythm in motion, a glorious sight,” Keogh continues, illustrating the beauty of this athletic art form.