Running Poetic
And running fast.
It’s week three of my 10k training schedule. The clocks have changed, the evenings are darker, the skies have been greyer and the days are colder. I keep putting off my interval workout each week, moving it from Tuesday to Thursday, but it’s becoming the highlight. This time of year always leads me to poetry, so here is an ode to running hard and fast.
Consistency is key But can you also consistently be Firing fast, and running electric? Can you flow, fly, fizz with endorphins and Prowess and goddess and Antelope and deer, with Passing breath and passing time and Small pain, ignore pain, scan the pain legs arms core soul and Realise that yes, this is a lot, oh I return to the middle of my mind, The sponge for all this, For oxygen and stride And step and swing For each curve and lip in the road The eyes in my feet The eyes in my heart The want for all this Why would you dare to dream to do it If you didn’t truly, badly Want it? For now and for future and forever, For magnitude, magnanimous thought, Everything at the edges but Holding tight to the middle line Firing line, striving line, yes passing time To try to keep it from passing me To try to keep time from passing me To try to reclaim all that has passed And might still pass Longevity, long leg-ity, fluidity, forwardity Forward motion. I stop but the run continues. This is how it goes. I keep time from passing me Flow fly fizz, step stride swing, curve and lip Through the centre line, the striving line, the striding line. Magnitude, magnificent, magnanimous Rest. Time passes me by. It passes us all. But what a lovely way To pass the time.