Morning Run
A dark September morning
A sliver of a moon, stars in the sky,
waiting for dawn.
Sky starts to lighten,
horizon yellows,
colours appear.
Like an astronaut
circling the earth
I see changes
from east to west.
Detached from my body
I zoom through space.
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Commitment
100 runs in in 100 days
Yes, I’ll do it.
Commitment pays.
December 1st is
starting time.
So I’m already
two days behind.
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Get it right
Weather forecast
full of gloom.
Stay indoors,
ice pellets loom.
Later on
into the night.
A wasted day,
no pellets in sight.
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Just Show Up
Frozen fingers
Frozen toes
Wind chilled forehead
When it blows.
Snow and ice like
mille-feuilles pastry.
Why I do this
is a mystery.
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Partners in misery
It’s easy to feel dumb
Packing clothes, coat and boots
for the 30-minute run.
As I run along I question why,
then laden down
for the change room,
I loudly sigh.
But talking to another
who does this feat
Makes me feel a lot better.
Birds of a feather
flock together.
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Pinecrest Creek Ducks
They swim beak to beak
in the unfrozen creek,
While I run by,
cold hands,
cold feet.
If I gave them some food,
They’d just want to stay,
C’mon ducks,
It’s December 13th -
fly away!
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The following is un homage to a fellow runner, who ran home from the office the day of the big storm:
Snow Again
He headed out for home
Running very far.
We had the same route to go
‘though we were in the car.
The traffic was so bad
our drive was a horrid strain.
Next time we’ll stop
for supper first.
We won’t do that again.
The runner was
the one who’s smart,
the one with half a brain.
He got home first,
with an energy burst.
It’s driving that’s insane.
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The Run
God, it’s hard.
Why do we do it.
All of us, nervous,
bunched up at the start line.
Strung out at the finish line.
Some so beautiful, such form.
Others struggling from the start,
panting and puffing.
Why do they do it.
Runners know
that life is hard.
Doesn’t mean
quitting.
Hard means doing.
Overcoming. Sweating.
No motor but your own.
Cheers, clapping
Never laughing.
Making it look easy.
Making it look hard.
Sweat and pride.
Faster next time.
Always a next time.
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Dashing through the snow
on a warm but snowy day.
Sidewalks are not plowed,
City doesn’t want to pay.
Run on the street instead,
Dodging cars and spray.
Oh what fun it is
to run
30 minutes every day.
Ho ho ho...
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