(Editor’s note: This poem was originally written Monday, April 17, 2017 while the Boston Marathon was underway.)
Daydreaming While In Lit Class
I think about what it it’ll be like:
posting that long-triumphant status,
experiencing that special emotion
After a lifetime of waiting for “indefinite” to end.
That overwhelming joy I daydream of,
of when I’ll post “I haven’t run a half-marathon since 2015,”
only to post follow with “….until now,”
with a colorful date, and a poster
of a race location.
I daydream of that,
as I sit in a literature class,
while thousands celebrate Patriot’s Day
in running’s Eden: Boston.
Yesterday, I started my return-to-run progression.
Just 20 minutes of intentioned-walking.
One day down.
A lot to go.
But one less than yesterday…