The brochure had advertised ocean views

Come to the boardwalk to get over your winter blues

So on a drizzly Saturday morning in May

10,000 runners made their way

But along that boardwalk during mile two

The Atlantic became quite hard to view

Fog was in

By mile four everyone was swimmin’

The course had disappeared into the ocean

Most of the runners vanished as well

The spectators rang the final lap bell

And the ocean swelled

Runners turned swimmers

Lost in the fog

Their hearts, though, glowed like embers

Just out for an eternal jog