Runner - Poem by Catherine Elaine
Crazy, they call you.
You who piss yourself on the trail,
barrel out into the sleeting rain,
and push until you can no longer stand.
All of this in the name of
achieving the impossible—
of beating your
You buy tee-shirts that
‘Our sport is your sport’s punishment.’
You revel in its solitary nature
and in the insanity.
You who butter blistered toes
You who expel your spit in front of
(the sole fans) .
You who choke back bile,
and hurl into the chute,
preparing only to do it again
Perhaps a definite
But it is you who know
the steady beat
of your feet underneath.
It is you who see the streaks of grace
in the misty morning sky,
faint colors leading you like flags.
It is you who feel the sharp sensation of air
slicing through lungs.
It is you who realize:
This is for one thing
and one thing only—
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