It's almost time. Will I feel scared?
What if high altitude wrecks my head;
My heart and lungs, my pacing too?
It's time to find out. Here's what I'll do:
I'll slow it down until I find
The rhythm, the breathing that feels most kind
I've got to remember to take it slow
Twenty six miles is a long way to go.
To Teresa I'm grateful, it is true.
A friend as crazy as me to do
A marathon that loses 5,000 feet
By shuttling us up to a mountain peak.
How will I perform with a route so steep?
One step at a time; light steps I'll keep.
Lean forward, remember to keep short strides
Just use the gravity as my guide.
The air I hope will be blessedly dry
No humidity, no muck -- on that I'll be high
I pray my body will hold up well.
But honestly friends...only time will tell.
No matter the outcome of this day
I'll appreciate foremost the ability to play.
The stunning course, the Rockies grand
The beauty of those canyon lands.
|Wendy and I host this linkup for
the sole purpose of supporting active women.
Keep the poem going. You can play!
What's on your mind? Please do say!
Don't be bashful, it's of no use
'Cause we all can channel some Dr. Seuss!
|And that's a wrap!