Poetry in motion

This morning, poetry found its way through the rhythm of running. I didn’t say it was GOOD poetry. I just said it was poetry.

ODE TO THE QUIET INSANITY OF MARATHON TRAINING

Feet hit the floor.
My body’s sore.
I’m out the door
Cuz I want MORE!

Please save your applause for the finish line of the 2010 ING New York City Marathon, where I will welcome your standing ovation for my athletic prowess and poetic genius. I might even compose another poem during the marathon ... if I can find a word that rhymes with DOES THIS MYLAR BLANKET MAKE MY BUTT LOOK FAT?

Hope your weekend is going great. See you on the road!