12-01-2025, 12:56 AM
"It's Not the Taking Part"
With final surge I cross that fabled mark,
the limit set for the race's finishing line.
All twenty six miles, across field and park,
that runs up to a line stretched ribbon-thin.
I pose for a perfect selfie, my winner's cup,
and beam proudly at my day of fun.
I check my boots for any sign of mud,
though not a single tiresome mile had I run.
Those miles of tireless effort left me leery,
so I took my car and went right on ahead.
I sit and wait for them to come, so weary,
and check my phone for weather updates instead.
While running hard is really quite impressive,
the sweat and filth has always seemed excessive.
With final surge I cross that fabled mark,
the limit set for the race's finishing line.
All twenty six miles, across field and park,
that runs up to a line stretched ribbon-thin.
I pose for a perfect selfie, my winner's cup,
and beam proudly at my day of fun.
I check my boots for any sign of mud,
though not a single tiresome mile had I run.
Those miles of tireless effort left me leery,
so I took my car and went right on ahead.
I sit and wait for them to come, so weary,
and check my phone for weather updates instead.
While running hard is really quite impressive,
the sweat and filth has always seemed excessive.