‘Twas the Night Before the 50k

50k eve

 

‘Twas the night before the 50k, when all through the house

All the anxieties were stirring, the heart fluttered most.

All the race gear was laid out by the bedside with care

In hopes that over-preparation would help just a hair.

The runners were nestled, restlessly stirring in their beds

While visions of DNF’s floated through their heads.

I, in a fit of agitation, and my spouse at a safe distance

Had settled into bed at 7, per my insistence.

The alarm was set 6 hours too early

For rushing in the morning would certainly make me surly.

Stomachs rumbled with threats of GI issues

And I quickly arose to pack more tissues.

For a trail race could lead to some awkward bathroom trips

They say, ‘never trust a fart,’ but you can’t always help what slips.

At last the final thought left the exhausted runner’s head

And race day quickly came with a mix of joy and dread.

After 18 weeks of preparation and training,

It’s just 7.75×4, how’s that for some reframing?

 

 

 

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