What is this new age term, social buoyancy?
Okay, maybe not new age,
Perhaps just a combination of words
Playing off a new found skill in swimming with efficiency
And the beauty of running with a group
Full of interesting people,
Not like some Bambi-eyed, feigning obliviousness,
Manipulating, feckless fitness debutante
Who doesn’t really get
That people aren’t enamored by the ditzy act that is
So valuable for getting exclusive club memberships,
But such a turn off to anyone able to think.
No, that kind of worthless use of salaries and guile
Is truly a waste of time.
We don’t run with them…
We did run on the emerging light of earlier starting mornings,
The evolving of our aging vocabulary,
401Ks becoming daycare concerns becoming divorce and then death.
Getting older sure is easier knowing others
Have the same issues that I have,
Knowing that those fears and concerns
Can’t be covered up by some low cut bikini bottoms,
Nope, these are real issues that need to be addressed by others who understand.
Yes, those kinds of things,
Speaking openly about aging
And the semi-futility of fighting with Father Time, Mother Nature, gravity, and
The planned obsolescence that we all must deal with.
We create new running routes, we set new goals, we devise new training programs,
We get older, our new age, and a bit
Farther removed from the Sonic Run Around where beer, burgers, and a mad dash
Were the essence of youth,
“Go for it,” “let’s get it on,” and “I dare you,”
Once made life one enjoyable challenge.
Of course, that was before 401Ks, day care, divorce, and the ever-increasing frequency
Of death touching our social circles.
Still, we run…
Still, we talk…
Still, we laugh.