Poetry
Last year (2022) I posted a series of poems about running and about the NYC Marathon. Some come to me while on a run and some are triggered by a post or comment on the many running groups I belong to on Facebook. I’ve received many nice comments, and some have enlarged and printed them and hung them on their wall. Here are some of the poems from 2023 and from prior years.
This one came to me while running one morning. It’s for each of us who hope to cross that finish line and become
a winner. The NYC Marathon was established by Fred Lebow (Fishel Lebowitz) in 1970.
I read somewhere that he instituted the practice of giving every finisher a
medal because we are all winners. Prior to that only the top finishers received
medals. See you at the finish line!
This one is for the thousands of
individuals who make the marathon happen. The volunteers. Without them there would
be no marathon. They are as much a part of the race as the runners. Maybe they
should also get medals. From the start village all the way to the Finish Line
they are there for us all day and into the night. So, when you see them at a
water station or anywhere else along the course make sure to thank them.
And here is another one about inspiration.
It’s September, the days are getting shorter, and the adrenaline starts to flow. I feel it, you feel it, and we see it in all the posts. This one is about the anticipation we are starting to feel knowing that there are less than two months away from the big day. New York is calling us home.
Here is something that came to me
after reading about the elite runners who start in the early waves. What about
us in the last wave, the back of the packers. Who are we? This one is for us. This
is who we are.
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