Pre-dawn runs in freezing cold
Have short shelf-lives and soon get old,
But reaching evening having run
Already? That’s long-lasting fun!
Three steps forward
One step back
Advance (times three)
Three weeks pouring
One week draining
Choreography in training
The best part of the marathon
For me’s the journey that I’m on
In getting to the starting line.
What happens after that is fine
No matter what the clock might say.
I’ll harvest then what’s sown today.
A “running dog” can be construed
As epithetical and rude
By those who’ve studied Poly Sci
Or Rhetoric; please know that I
Am being literal, in fact.
No hidden codes here need be cracked.
Nor am I referring to
The fun-size sort of pet that you
Might carry in a fanny pack
Or by a handle on its back
But rather one who’d rather run
Beside you, and who finds it fun.
Explicitly, I mean a dog
Who finds more pleasure in a jog
To anywhere and back again
Than chowing down or sleeping in.
Through evening gloom or morning dew,
A running dog just runs with you.
That’s what I mean by the phrase.
I miss my running dog, these days.
Swimming’s something fun to do
I’m happy when I’m running, too
It’s fun to do the things you like
I’m hoping soon to love the bike
Running when it’s hot, I’m slow.
Today was graced with overcast!
I put in extra effort, though,
Explaining why I’m still not fast.
My hope for every marathon
Is that before my legs are gone
And all my giddy-up has git
I’m nearly mostly done with it.
Failing that (as oft I do)
I’m smiling as I’m running through
The finish chute despite the time.
Who’s ready for tomorrow? I’m.