A Little Poem for All My Running Friends! See ya in the morning...when it's a balmy five degrees outside...
‘Twas the night before spring training, when all through the group; All Runners were ready, our bodies recouped.
Garmins were charging on counters with care, in hopes our favorite pace coaches soon would be there.
Running shoes were nestled at the foot of our beds, as visions of 5:30 wake-up calls danced through our heads.
Two layers of pants plus our favorite neck warmers, Lord – keep ice from falling off overhead dormers.
When outside on the sidewalks there arose such a clatter, the bums sprang from the street corners to see what was the matter.
Away to the streets we flew like a flash, praying no ice would cause us to crash.
The wind through the streets of the sleeping city, beats us alive and leaves us all gritty.
When what to our wondering eyes should we see, but a water stop with Kleenex... “Achoo!” “Bless, Me!”
More rapid than eagles the runners we came; and they cheered, and encouraged, and called us by name.
“Now Group A, Group B, and Group C all Alike, Continue to Run…Have no Fright! From the top of the bridge to the base of the Flood Wall! Now Dash Away! Dash Away! Dash Away all!”
So up through the city-streets of the course we flew, with pouches and pockets full of beans and GU.
We were dressed all in dry wick, from our head to our feet. And our clothes were all sweaty and boy did we stink.
Blinking bright lights were attached to our backs, and we looked like mental patients…totally out of whack!
But our eyes – how they twinkle! Our dimples how merry… Our cheeks like roses, our noses like frozen cherries.
And our half-visible mouths all drawn up like bows, and the sweat on our chins as white as the snow.
Sticks of Gel Blocks we held tight in their teeth; frozen temps and chewing give us some grief.
Some of us are chubby and plump; others are slim with washboards. But the road doesn’t care…it doesn’t keep score.
Groups travel in packs, others like to be alone; some torture their bodies for a few hours from home.
We travel the course, we make every turn... returning with only minor windburn.
But we all exclaim as we run out of sight – Happy Marathon Training to all, and to all a good night!