At twenty, a rest was a run of just six.

Wanted more miles to get my big fix.

Grooved in peace, gliding grace, quiet ten –

ran it weekly, again, again.

 

Triathlon craze – add bike, add swim.

Goal not to drown – did some with Tim.

Half ironman training, vivid ironman dreams.

Laps in the pool, Masters swim teams.

 

Tim ran Chicago after watching a bunch

Cramped, crossed finish – almost lost lunch.

Said, “No more. Running ‘aint for me.

Run all you want, Nance, just let me be.”

 

I ran San Francisco, still caught in the lure.

Got drenched for 26 in Nashville’s downpour.

Turn fifty. Aha! Yes! Less is more.

Pilates and yoga, dig life on the floor.

 

Hamstrings scream at forward fold.

Breathe, reach, stretch, beats getting old.

Poses pinch quads, but bit by bit,

it’s getting easier. Key not to quit.

 

Downward Dog, Crow’s Pose, try my best.

Thank God for Shavasana – deserved final rest.

Mind, body, spirit – all present on the mat,

Who knew such bliss just to lie flat?

 

Headstand, handstand, impossible feats

Would send on Twitter if I knew how to tweet.

This morn – happy – just to run three.

Finally learning I’m free just to be.