When I run, my vision of myself is a lumbering hulk going “clomp clomp” down the road.  Whenever Amy and I are driving over a road that I recently ran, I often cannot resist adding “clomp clomp” sound effects to our driving experience.  In appreciation for my enunciating skills, Amy emailed me the following haiku from her Zen Page-A-Day Calendar 2005.

Clomp clomp the monk’s feet
through ice and dark
drawing sweet water.

by Basho