Twas the Night Before the Marathon

So, yeah, I was trying to distract myself from thinking about the big race the next day when I got inspired to write this. It is one of my stress relievers. Enjoy!!

Twas the Night Before the Marathon

Twas the night before the marathon when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The outfits were all laid out on the dresser with care
In hopes that nothing was forgotten there.

The runners were nestled all snug in their beds
With visions of sleep dancing in their heads
With hubby snoring and the dog in his crate
I had just settled down to attempt to sleep 8

When direct from my nightstand there arouse such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter
I smacked my hand down in the direction of the sound
And my alarm clock immediately came crashing down.

The light from the street light cast a weird hue
Around the room I could not clearly view
When what to my wondering eye should appear
But a woman standing next to my mirror

With a sweet smile and legs like stumps of a tree
A knew in a moment who I thought this could be
With the stance of a professional athlete about her
I soon figured out that this was Coach Jenny, for sure!

You know, Jenny Hadfield, the great coach and runner
A motivational speaker, writer and trainer
With her websites filled with training programs and tips
And best of all she answers questions on Facebook, really quick!

And then in a twinkling I heard out my door
The cadence of running shoes on the floor
As I drew in my hand and was turning around
Jenny plopped down on my bed in a bound

She was dressed all in running gear from her head to her feet
And her clothes were all covered with medals, sweet.
A bundle of items she had stashed in a backpack
And she looked just like Santa Claus opening his sack

“Now, Lisa,” she said as she turned to me
“I’ve come to give you tips for your race, you see”
Then she reached for the sack, deep inside
And out she pulled out a bottle of Glide.

“This will work to prevent chaffing my, dear”
“Use it where you might rub, is that clear?”
Then she smiled her smile and nodded her head.
Right away I began to feel I had nothing to dread.

She reached back into the bag and pulled out a card
It was the number for a spa, okay, I thought, I’m on board!
“Get a massage appointment 24 hours after race day”
“It will greatly help in your muscle recovery”

“The rest of my tips do not come from a bag, she said”
“But they are things you have to believe in your heart and in your head”
“The first is remember your race, your pace
“Your goal is to finish, no matter what place”

“And also remember to enjoy the experience and the day”
“The sights and sounds of spectators along the way”
“No matter the weather, you can do this, girl”
“You have trained well, now dig deep and run like hell”

She wished me luck and gave me a hug
And tucked me back into my bed, all snug
But I heard her exclaim as she ran out of sight
“Go get ‘em, Lisa, kick butt and fight!!

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