By the time this poem posts,
It’s 12:02 everyday,
I will be fast asleep,
After twenty-four hours of modest endurance efforts.

To get out and test ourselves,
There is nothing better,
The test, it doesn’t matter much,
Just that it is hard, maybe even unthinkable.

I know today would not have happened for me,
Twenty-six (.2) miles spread out over 24-hours,
Without some serious support,
The kind that frames these ridiculous attempts.

Family, dealing with the stink, the unavailability,
Friends, offering encouragement, healthy skepticism,
My dog, who just looks and waits with his wagging tail,
But in this one, my daughter,

Who on her birthday accepted the challenge,
Talked just enough trash
Liked enough Strava posts, and kept at it throughout
To inspire me to keep going as well.

She and I need to set up a Zoom call with Beau,
His video putting the idea of this adventure in our heads,
I’d like to thank him for the pain in my calves and the chance
To do this craziness with a kindred spirit.

In just a few hours,
About the time this poem gets posted,
The twenty-four hour marathon will start,
2.1, 2.1, and 1-mile of running per hour.

The mileage doesn’t seem tough,
The sleeping does, the eating does,
The time is the thing,
But that why we do stuff like this, to see…

To see if we can,
To see what is possible,
How stupid we can be
And still have fun.

Let’s go.

Less than two hours,
That’s how long it took,
Took to break in new trail shoes,
Fresh out of the box,
Straight into the melting snow mud.

It was great running with my daughter,
The company light,
The air crisp,
The land free,
Simply a beautiful day.

Oh, my toe,
It’s hurting so badly,
Did I bang it running,
Did I drop a bottle on it,
No.

I don’t know what happened,
It’s not really my toe,
Maybe the elves can fix it up,
Tape a couple together,
Poor thing…

Just kidding,
Hope you feel better.

Not knowing is better,
No hurt,
No confusion,
No disappointment.

Being in the dark is wonderful,
No worry,
No consternation,
No “what if” living.

Is that why they say, “Ignorance is bliss.”
Because if we just are, existing without judgment,
We can stay in the dark,
Away from dogma, deceit, and denial.

Not knowing is better,
Being in the dark is wonderful,
At least that’s what I say,
Be good, people.

What will we remember about this year?
The hassles?
The inconveniences?
The rhetoric?

I hope we are bigger than that.
2020 seems to be about fragility,
Not “fragile-eee…”
More like the breaking points around us.

Do not forget how easily we can succumb,
The virus got in,
Did it’s damage,
Showed us we are not perfect.

Do not forget how easily we can be brought to rage,
The injustices mounted,
We had enough,
The fissures grew.

Do not forget how easily we can put it all aside,
For through this, many pulled together,
Seeing how much we need each other,
That division does nothing good.

We can see 2020 as a lost year, but
That is the crib version.
Dig deeper, mine the lessons, and
Bring them to life.

The referees are super young kids,
I’m talking NBA here.
Back when I started watching these games,
The guys were old,
Balding or comb-overs, struggling to get up and down.

Now they are in shape,
Wrinkle free, wide-eyed, and jacked.
They look like robots and seem angry,
There’s no personality in them,
Corporate, cold, and without confidence.

They talk to the camera,
Informing us of their reasoning,
Probably eat healthy foods, meditate,
Write poetry, and have no idea
What it was like to have to stand by a call.

I bet if there were fans allowed
And I was in the crowd,
They’d see me with my white hair and think,
“What an old crowd we have tonight.”
Age has a perspective…

What’s going to happen if I stop sugar…?

Again…

I’ll get grumpy,
I’ll catch a bunch of grief,
I’ll have cravings,
It’ll be a pain.

Again.

Maybe I’m caught in New Year’s dreams,
Perhaps I should be less drastic,
Jump back into fasting, there’s more leeway there,
Switch to healthier snacks.

That’s probably smarter.