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T'was the Night Before White Rock
By Paul Mykietyn
Twas the night before Whiterock and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.
The stockings were hung on the back of a chair
In hopes that by morning they'd be dry enough to wear.
The singlet, shorts and shoes were nestled all snug by the bed
While visions of winning danced into my head.
With mama in her tights and me in my shorts
We settled down hoping for good weather reports.
When out in the yard there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Oh was I surprised when nothing appeared
And said "it is nothing just my heart pounding with fear".
I went back to bed, hopefully to sleep
When next I knew the alarm began to beep.
It was time to get ready, what will I eat, what will I miss,
oops, time for me to take another pi_ _.
With everything packed and ready to go
We jumped in the car and yelled "onward, yo ho".
We arrived at the center.
Which door do we enter?
Look there, it's our running group,
Honey dear, I got to poop.
Now we are here all ready to run
But we must first wait for the starting gun.
BANG we are off, which way to the lake?
Just follow the crowd, when is our first break?
Slow down, Slow down is the phrase I repeat,
I wonder how many Goo's I will eat.
It is now mile five
And we are feeling alive.
Am I going too fast?
Just look at the people I've passed!
Our group is staying together so far
Look out, Look out, who's driving that car?
Here we are at the relay exchange
Don't bother with them just stay in your speed range.
We are now at mile ten
And round the lake again.
My, my is that downtown I regret
Will told me "keep going and you won't be upset".
Oh no I must have spaced out,
we can't be at mile 19, here about.
Here it is, mile 20 I see
Why does it go up, up, up,,,I gotta pee.
Oh look we are over the top
We did not drink beer, kiss the Dollies or stop.
It's downhill from here
But that's not what I fear,
My shorts have broken
I wish I had a DART token.
My legs are numb, hamstrings sore
But I've trained with the Run-On Marathon Corps.
Oh look I see the finish line
I'm getting tingles all up'n down my spine.
Go, Go, Go, I yell to the team
And they all take off like a laser light beam.
Now here we go under the banner 'n thru the chute
Ain't nobody here that is smelling too cute.
We've made it, we've done what was asked
We ran and we ran and never got passed.
Our group is all crying, how happy we are
Now where are the keys to my wonderful car.
We all say goodbye, we have finished today
Now is the time to go out and play.
I thank my coaches for all they've done
They were right! The old sons of a gun.
The day is over, I lay back in bed
While visions of racing jog into my head.
Twas a hard run but was glad to survive
Now thank Jenn and coaches and to all a high five.
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