Drizzle,
Putting it to my commitment,
Shoved aside,
As positive peer pressure
Proved it’s worth
For a ten spot.

Darkness,
Having dominion over me,
Sent worn legs napping
As a recovery began
Following a hilly run.

Springsteen,
Monopolizing my creative soul,
His stories, his lyrics,
Just his effing energy
Making me think differently
About how I became me.

Hoops, burgers with tots,
Boring ass football, and
Some Irish spiritual hydration
Are putting this long day
Back into a fuzzy haze similar
To the drizzle that challenged me earlier.

Thank goodness I accepted…

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.

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.

The believing
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.

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Running without stress
Kinetic freedom striding
Goals getting checked off

 

Photo Credit: By Kyle Cassidy (Email) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

Intermittent fasting,
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.