Running Poetry XXVII

By the time these were written, I have become more OC with my planning and data gathering, which stressed me out on some days. I have long since moved on from this phase. Well, one can hope.

Cold, dark, and lonely
Then a car with rainbow eyes
Sleep-running, I say

Re-injured left knee
With just less than a week left
Staying positive

Macrocycle starts
I did not bother pushing
Will hit ‘gym’ later

Three kids on a bike
A kid extended his hand
Gave him a high-five

Effort based pacing
Not as practical when the
Body doesn’t sweat

In the breaking in of “new”
Minimalist shoes

Who was that strange man
Running with a carton of
Milk under one arm?

Slept only three hours
I ran and dreamt of long naps
Then Kenyans woke me

Fifty-two seconds
Did I fall off the plateau?
Short-lived despondence

A sigh of relief
A minute to catch my breath
An interval starts

Running Poetry XXVI

I seem to be going through a lot of stuff when these were written. While I can’t say that I remember all of them, I do remember how I felt back then. Running was fun for me. It still is.

Tangled mind-heart connection
Limitless playback

Death’s on hiatus
Danger came from all angles
Angels intervened

A hot potato
Burning core, legs, lungs, and heart
I should just drop it

A near game over
No right to indulge sorrows
Blest to be alive

Strength training made me
Considerably less strong
At slow paced running

Effortless could mean
Not trying at all so I’ll
Kill this guilt with sleep

Needed a moment
To vomit last night’s dinner
Restart yet again

A bit top heavy
Feet extended awkwardly
Ended abruptly

Tempo plus striders
Plus intervals plus fireworks
Plus milk equals FUN!

Twenty was the goal
Over-paced on first 5k
Ended with fifteen

Countless pairs of eyes
Stared through the evening rain at
The last bloke running

Running Poetry XXV

After scrolling to 3 years ago, it has become abundantly clear to me that writing was the sole purpose for these runs. I enjoy running more now. Perhaps, it is because I’m doing it for fun now and not for competition’s sake. The writing part is more of a trained reaction from me. It does not matter anymore if I’m having fun or not. Haha!

Enjoy Halloween everyone!

Distracted by thoughts
Of a lovely, incomplete
Song and a promise

Immune system crashed
A sybilline reminder
Of the road ahead

Tonight’s company
Boredom, my worst enemy
Striders, my best friends

Woke jogging buddy
Pursued a speedy grandpa
Saw a lioness

’tis comfortable
To be one with the shadows
To live the label
To let suns set them aglow

An epiphany
True strength is the power to
Protect one’s loved ones

Challenged by the hills
Challenged by a commuter
Challenged by a kid

The thought of you keeps
Me up more than the thought of
Altitude training

Offer relief not
Opinions ’cause those won’t feed
Any mouths tonight

My mind was elsewhere
But the purpose has been set
No turning back now

Running Poetry XXIV

I have been doing intervals and tempo runs lately. My unconscious push for organized running surprises me. I’m not sure about my general direction right now since I’ve already decided that I’m not running a marathon next year. Normally, I would be neck-deep in my marathon training cycle during this time of the year. It’s a little disconcerting. The lack of purpose definitely strikes a discordant chord inside of me. However, I’m going to keep going. I’m going to keep running. It feels too good to stop.

Breathing and footfalls
Almost sound harmonious
On a quiet road

Bugbears ran amok
In my head for the last time
Slay them in six weeks

Pray for lives lost
For the displaced and injured
And for thanksgiving

Those who cannot do
Spend more time shoving daggers
At those who can do

No breakfast and lunch
Life suddenly got busy
Had to cut this short

Oh shucks, aftershocks
Gatorade equals loose change
Eighteen percent rise

Premature fatigue
This snail’s pace recovery
Preludes a burnout

Practiced forbearance
Held a steady rhythm ’til
The very last lap

Allowed company
Control of tonight’s pacing
Gave my knees a break

Built a pyramid
Out of boredom and that last
Lap was quite a thrill

Running Poetry XXIII

Nowadays, my art has been reduced to a mechanical habit. However, the rising popularity of the spoken word and my chance meeting with a former tri-teammate has made me nostalgic tonight. The craving to create has resurfaced. Free time is still rarity though, which begets the realization that eventually kills my creative mood. Maybe, someday.

Vacation’s over
Recovered lost two kilos
Gained another one

Awkward ride last night
Taxi driver hit a dog
Guilt made fare cheaper

Donuts and running
The perfect combination
Don’t forget the tea

Oh so sleepy legs
Cumulative weariness
Hundred days to go

I could not break it
This prey mindset ain’t helping
Awfully slow now

Need to pump iron
Need to stop doing the dew
Need to hit the sack

Tongue-tied and stupid
Word, phrases, uh, sentences
I should stop staring

The breathless time warp
The scent of freshly baked bread
And the rising heat

Only ten percent
Of this pace was mine so draw
Your own conclusion

Ran ev’ry twelfth hour
Atop mountains of laundry
Rising ev’rywhere

Running Poetry XXII

I still remember the pain. It was a pain that won’t let me run anymore. Walking was ok. I somehow got by with plenty of rest. It rears its ugly head from time to time.

Exhaustion is equal to
An hour of injured running
Plus only five hours of sleep
Plus four more of singing

I thought I had missed
Seven minutes per KM
Had excuse ready

Near perfect pacing
Need to raise mileage next
Ignore injury

I have succumbed to
Pancakes and hot chocolate
Should have kept going

Had to walk again
Still within target pace though
So it is all good

Fourteen days to go
No time to sit on my hands
Must keep mileage up

The overpowering dread
Only pain remains

Stubborn as a rock
Running at boulder pace
Sleep like a stone…NOW!

Unusual route
Hills and runners aplenty
I forgot to walk

The water hates me
Graceless, I sank like a rock
Sad slow journey home

Running Poetry XXI

Even as life sent me further away from the track, I came hurling back. Perhaps my feet had grown fond of its rubbery surface.

Despair is salty
The crawl upwards is salty
Falling is salty
Triumphant kicks are salty

Chattering demons
Plagued me but, surprisingly,
I finished faster

Voice thrashed by illness
Ran to mend ability
To sing joyful praise

I rolled off the couch
Unto a gusty oval
Fire reignited

Sleep deprivation
And a week of stagnation
Or millennia
Ended inertia

Prophetic musings
Waylaid by reality
Eyes off the abyss

Run turned excursion
Beyond known territories
Updated my charts

Poorly run 4k
Plus a kinda fast 1k
Equals punishment

This was a test run
Should I bandit tomorrow?
Injury screamed NO!

A dull ache upsets
The core with every stride
Wait, forgot my shirt!


Before it was thrown
Before the pin was removed
He already ran
Faster than ever before
He knew the danger
Yet he could not spare a breath
To shout a warning
Safety was his own concern
Let someone else be
The glorious protagonist
No saving the day
For this ordinary man
He may be selfish
But he’ll be alive tonight
To hug his children
To tell his wife, “Hey, gorgeous.”
And then it thundered
But everyone was okay
All their eyes were drawn
To the man who saved the day