Sunday, October 10, 2010

A Limerick of Grand Proportions


I decided to be a Grand Slammer,
My foot struck like a hammer.
Overweight and undertrained,
Enthusiasm mostly feigned,
A 40-year-old Grand Slammer.

Marathon one in Ogden was rough,
I was lacking the right mental stuff,
When it was done,
I didn’t want a rerun.
One 5:38 was enough!

Utah Valley was wet and wild,
But through the rain I smiled.
Ran a 4:54 PR,
Thought, “I need a celebratory cigar!”
Under SUCCESS, this one is filed.

Park City came and went,
With anger I did vent.
Stranded, you see,
Across the sea,
I missed the whole event.

Top of Utah was going great,
‘Til mile 20’s locked iron gate.
No more downhill,
And lacking the will,
Another sad 5:38.

St. George was last and long,
“Too hot!!” was everyone’s song.
How could 5:23
Produce such glee?
Because the accomplishment is lifelong!

The long and short of this story,

To a fit, skinny runner sounds gory.
But I got it done,
Even had some fun!
And five shiny medals are my glory.