POEM

'Twas the Night Before a Big Race

If you know me or have been following my blogs for a while you may know that I have a penchant for bad poetry. I like playing with words, putting them together like a puzzle to tell a rhyming story. Someone once said to me, "Your poems are getting better." I laughed because my poems are supposed to be bad, that's the fun part. 

In the spirit of Christmas please enjoy my own runner's version of "Twas the Night Before Christmas."

'Twas the Night Before a Big Race - A runner's poem.

'Twas the Night Before a Big Race - A runner's poem.

'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE A BIG RACE

Twas the night before a big race and all through the house
This runner’s not sleeping, so neither's her spouse. 

Compressions were laid by the front door with care
In hopes that fresh legs would magically appear. 

The runner was nestled all snug in her bed
While visions of PRs danced in her head. 

She slept in her race gear, with shoes on the floor
So with a quick morning dash she’s out the door.

Then from the alarm clock there rose such a clatter
She sprung from her bed, hoped the lost sleep won’t matter.

Away to the race, she flew like a flash
To the packet pick-up like she was running a dash. 

The moon was the only light at the start
But she looked at her wrist and it sunk her heart.

She forgot her GPS watch, this should be expected
She’d forget her own head if it wasn’t connected.

But what to her wondering eyes should appear
But her hubby waving and flailing her gear! 

He followed behind her so lively and quick
With watch in hand, he laid it on thick:

He whistled and shouted and called out her name
"You owe me big time," he loudly exclaimed!

With great relief and her watch in hand
She was ready to run this race as planned. 

She flexed and bent, the stretch felt so good
She was off at the gun sound as fast as she could. 

And as she was running, he flew to her side
Hubby huffing and puffing, was matching her stride. 

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
He’d run this race as her pacer, and he turned with a smirk

“I wanted to help you to not hit the wall!
To keep up with me, you’ll give it your all!”

As they ran through the course, along the streets,
They heard nothing but foot strikes and collective heart beats. 

They sprung through the finish in record time
Her PR achieved with her partner in crime. 

As the race was ending, with much delight,
The runners heard him exclaim as he ran out of sight...

"To all the walkers, the runners, and all the racers
In my heart, you are all age group placers!"

Merry Christmas, Friends! I hope you all have a happy holiday! 

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Dear Me in 2017: A New Year Resolution Poem

I wrote this New Year Resolution poem in 2012 and I am pretty proud of it so I repurpose it every year. I have a penchant for writing silly poems but usually they are quite bad. I liked the way this one turned out and it seems year after year it still rings true. Let me know what you think.

Dear Me,

I know you are perfect
The way that you are,
But we all can improve some,
Raise the bar.

You’ll eat healthy foods
Dense with nutrition.
You’llmove your butt more,
You’ll be full of ambition.

You’ll run faster and better,
A new PR achieved.
You’ll lift weights and get stronger
Than you ever believed.

You won’t let the internet
Be so disruptive
To your goals and dreams,
You’ll be more productive!

You’ll read more and write more
With less television.
Less time on the net will be
A conscious decision.

Everything in moderation,
Enjoying this life.
The good and the bad
Will balance out nice

Blah Blah Blah,
We have heard it before.
I think we’ll skip this usual
Resolute bore.

Let’s talk about the things
That really matter in life.
Family, great friends, and
Being a wife.

This year you’ll resolve
To be the best version of you.
And not compare yourself
To what others do.

You’ll promise to love yourself
Despite all your flaws.
To strive to love others,
Just because.

You’ll  try to put yourself second
To those in your heart.
Give love freely and openly,
For the most part.

You have so much more
Than you could earn or deserve.
You’ll whine less and praise more,
Without reserve.

Dear Me, these are our plans
For two thousand seventeen.
I pray for the best year
That we’ve ever seen.

And for YOU out there,
Thanks for reading along.
I wish you happiness
And joy all the yearlong.

Happy New Year, friends!

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Coach Lea

I am a NASM personal trainer and RRCA adult distance running coach that specializes in strength training for runners. I offer in-person training in the Shredshed, online training and Fit to Run bootcamps. If you are interested in a more in-depth running or strength training plan, please contact me. Have questions? I'd love to help. 

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