The last thirty days
Took a toll on me.
Running, push-ups, sit-ups
Over and over again,
Rep after rep
Until the pounds started sliding off,
The shoulders started knotting up,
And the sleep started crusting to my eyes.
It was great!
There is something about testing limits,
Not the kind my students do,
But finding out if I can still rise to a challenge,
To conquer doubt, gravity, or naysayers,
Not so much in a single bound, but
With grit, resilience, and persistence.
Throw in some stupidity, competitive fire, and stubbornness
And a great thirty days are made.
The law is the law,
For most of us, anyway,
And given I’m a one of most of us,
You’re actions put me in
A precarious place.
Your rage at losing a nothing game
Your body posture when I tried to talk with you
So, I followed the law.
I reported you to the proper people
Because you seemed out of control,
In distress, and
Referencing a struggle to stay
Out of harm’s way.
Perhaps that will end our relationship,
But I followed my duty.
More than that, though,
I followed my conscience
Out of true concern for your safety.
Winds blowing with force
A pit bull’s ears hanging low
Too cold for walking
They run in the morning darkness
Just bouncing flashes of light
Too far ahead for me to hear
What they are talking about.
I feel like I’m climbing Everest
On that final push in the dark
Where I’m locked into every step and
Imprisoned within my thoughts of finishing.
I’m running without a light,
Counting on my night vision and
The contours of the road to guide me safely.
Both adding to the thrill.
For I’m chasing the pack,
And running with fear about those behind catching me,
The oxygen feels thinner, my lungs and legs ache,
My hands are getting cold, and I’m alive
Because I am testing myself,
Four weeks into this level of running and
The changes are beginning to happen,
I’m starting to believe again.
Is charging the batteries of my competitive self
That have truly lit my way in life,
Maybe covering for a lack of talent or smarts,
But always keeping me in the game and
Feeling like I might have a chance.
As the lights pass beyond where the darkness lets them be seen,
They disappear. I know that someday I will catch them.
Running without stress
Kinetic freedom striding
Goals getting checked off
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Full of opinion,
Schoolwork absolutely sucks,
Too bad, get it done.
Our daughter loves her coach
Our businesses are doing well
We are having second thoughts.
We don’t think it’s worth it
The trouble has not been worth it.
Are our friendships worth it?
We’re with you,
We want to end this protest.
How do we do it?
How do we get the school to cave?
Traitors are not liked around here,
You’re not being a good teammate, you know
Don’t forget, our kids lost out too
We just aren’t sure this was worth it.
You are weak.
Why are you still here?
You sound like
What you are protesting against.
We go to work
We get paid
They aren’t working
Why are they getting paid?
We’re more about relaxing
Hitting balls on the golf course
Chilling by the house.
It would be nice if sports were back.
How dare you say that.
We have put everything into changing
The way sports are over there.
It’s just not right.
Maybe, but we actually like the basketball coach
He’s been nice to our son
And the track coach has been pretty cool to Rhonda.
It’s not that bad.
Why are you here?
We don’t know.
Taking leave of gluttony, but
This morning’s run
Sucked all my commitment away.
The doldrums set in,
The malaise took effect,
Finally, I could stand it no more.
Two donuts broke my fast,
Momentarily, I felt better.
Now I’m wanting more.