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The Richmond Half
Sadly, I was pretty zoned out during the race, didn’t really take in the scenery much. I went out way too fast: an 8 minute per mile pace for the first 7 miles. I ran with or just ahead of the 1:45 pace group, which was a mistake I paid for later. They seemed to
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Anticipation
It’s two nights till the day I’m like a child on Christmas Eve I’ve raced one before But it’s still hard to believe 5k, 10k, a half marathon I’ve trained all summer long Now the leaves have turned My watch is charged My spirit yearns This race will be large Legs are rested Muscles fed
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Katie
It looks like you’re doing well Leading millions, if not more It’s hard to tell You’re still so pretty You remind me of an old friend Same age, same physique, slick hair I’ve watched you both change with the times Unique like your rhymes You’re both admired and you sparkle You shine You attract so
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The Toenail
Barefoot with a black tip Mile 8 – slip, slip, slip My toe runs into my shoe As I run Soreness but elation I’m not done When I unlace there’s ugliness to face The nail bed is purple-blue The next day is black I take a day off and it changes to white I buy
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The Final Week
It’s the final week Before the clock moves The sunlight will shift I watch it fade Knowing each day is a gift Past to present – 15 years like fluff Living to witness the things I’ve prayed Hoping all my efforts and prayers are enough One by one as I approach the dust But yet
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New
Depreciation, dilapidation, decay Everywhere I look Even on the prettiest day It’s all losing value Falling apart Crumbling, eroding Like cars once new now antiquated A house abandoned Bodies neglected Boarded up, forgotten Dejected All’s old Shattered Rotten Tattered Wheelchair ramps, canes, and drugs I watch it creep in Closer by the day It touches
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The Cruise
After six days I’m back where I started Why did I leave What was I looking for I cut my own skin with my fingernail The moment I set sail Yearning and searching Running to no avail I couldn’t find it there Among all the luxury and ease No, the sea and the time kept
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Forgiveness
I’ve been reading lately about how to be a new human. In the light of what God has done for me in Jesus. It’s good news, if you haven’t heard. We’re all a little jacked up, on a spectrum of dysfunction. When I think I’m a halfway decent human being (and this comes via comparing
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Seashells
Crunch crunch I look down There’s a bunch Mostly white but some beige They’re resting fittingly next to the waves Silent Pinpointed, swirly, fanned, spiraled Thousands Mesmerizing I feel like a child My Golden retriever floats along the sand He smiles as he runs Paws crunching what’s beneath I’m glad we’re here and free On
writings on life
gremlin fodder 