Cheesy Running Poetry.

Holy shi... I think I wrote something that looks like... a poem ! (...from a distance, in dim light...)

It even rhymes and stuff ! So there's only one thing to do...panic, and publish before I come to my senses.

Bring your own pizza, people. I'm supplying the cheese. Inspired by morning runs in the hills...

An Ode to the Mountain Run

The birth of day's still locked away,

In clean, unbounded darkness.

The world is open, empty, free,

Unclaimed, uncrowded starkness.

                                                              You're in that magic space and time,

                                                              That great things will get done in,

                                                              If you can just step out of doors,

                                                              In footwear made to run in.

Stride long and fast, on hillside paths,

From valley floor to summit,

And one day you'll be mountain-strong.

Want it. Work it. Become it. 

                                                              These fells are not an easy win.

                                                              Embrace each hard-won mile.

                                                              For, in your head, what feels like three,

                                                              Is really, still one mile.

Forge your brain to train through pain,

Refuse to stop or settle.

Outside, believe your feet have wings,

Inside, believe you're metal.

                                                              You will not find it easy, no,

                                                              You won't be safe from failing,

                                                              But each step will knock something down,

                                                              That keeps you from prevailing. 

The highs and lows along the roads,

Are brutal, heartless forces.

They'll break you, just to build you up,

So you can race your courses.

                                                               Today, you're done. Retreat, regroup,

                                                               Wait for a day...and then,

                                                               Tomorrow, when the mountain calls,

                                                               You run it once again.