Ode to a Friday night trail run

There I stood broken hearted
As the skies cleared up and the rain clouds parted
I waited and waited but no one showed
So I said "to heck with this" and hit the road
The trails were wet and the air was clear
All I could think about was having a beer
After awhile my run came to its end
I gave a high five to my imaginary friend
So here I sit writing my note
Content with myself and this chance to gloat

Cheers
Terry from Barrie