I’ve been running half-marathons for years and I still keep being asked the same question: why? For those not used to endurance sport, it’s hard to fathom why one would get up at 4:30am on cold winter Sunday to go run a 21KM race.
So today, as I sit up in bed with a pillow under my legs, I decided to write a poem to try to explain why I’m out pounding the pavement when people are still cocooning under their blankets.
Poem: 21KM – Why?
The blinking stars remind me I should be in bed
The gusty Autumn wind leaks through my jumper
I want to bring my broken body home
Because it’s hard and it hurts, and it’s too early and it sucks
But I strive for a goal, for an experience
It’s not for a throne, for wealth or even health
The steady repetitive strides
Along the endless roads, tracks and trials
Lift my mind beyond my limits and denials
And yield a sense of completion and joy
In a leafy road that goes uphill
I pound the pavement until my mind is still
And silence the little voice that doesn’t believe
So, I keep going accumulating miles and blisters
Because I’d rather run battles than sit and watch
Call it endurance, stubbornness, stupidity
But when I look past the finish line
I see that the way has been paved
For a world of great achievements
Because the mind can take you there
– Rosana Wayand