On Saturday morning I ran over the bridge 

It was lined with people 

I was out for a run, trying to scratch an itch 

Some of the people looked bored 

A kid sat on the sidewalk looking dejected 

Some people had dogs on leashes 

Some held binoculars

I reflected 

Many looked down at the water 

I looked up at the pelicans

I was 9 miles in 

As some onlookers cheered, I pretended it was for me

Then I heard the bullhorn from down below 

And saw some of the uniforms aglow

The rowers

As I ran I watched them go

But I sped up instead of going slower 

I winked at another bored kid sitting on the sidewalk

And felt a little sad for the lady who looked cold 

I was warm – the sun was gold 

Spectacting can be like sitting in gridlock

I ran through the lines of people – even ran in the middle of the bridge 

How I wished for those people to get a glimpse 

Running is the best sport – hands down

It’ll get you warm

And allow you to see everything in the town

You won’t get bored – you can spectate for free

As you keep moving

It’s good for your heart – the science shows 

And you never know what you’ll see above or below

It can be rough at first but start 

As you run the bridges and you take off seconds and inches

Clouds or sun 

Think of who you’ll become 

It’s better than just standing there on the side 

You’ll come alive 

When you run