Just Do It

The New York Marathon Is finally Calling  
No more time to waste, no more time stalling  
I am so frightened, for the biggest day of my life  
Can I finish this marathon for all the times I suffered the muscular pains in strife  
Seventeen more days  
Bib number, sports bra, Nike biker shorts, sneakers, ready to run and play  

In remembrance as I trained through the storms, the rains  
The torrid damaging hurricanes  
Indoor track, around and around as I went in the midst as snow outside remained  
Nike after Nike sneakers, worn, tattered and old  
Discipline, weight loss, monthly colon cleansing, has worn out this weary soul  
Chakras balanced, Pilates, treadmill in dawn’s early hours, the weekly weigh ins  
I lost myself within the physical limitations, the mental delegations before my feet even begin  
 
I have to do this…God you know this is a must  
For all the times, I wanted to give up at eighteen miles after I placed my faith in your trust  
The life of a marathon runner has never been easy  
Nursing duties, writing, vegetarian lifestyle, soy, tofu, it’s not tasteful or easy breezy  
Have been at this throne so many times  
Nerve have looked back to compare racing miles by comforts or by designs  
Trekked in various cities, ran over so much terrain  
 
If sneakers could talk, squeals as they have pounded in silence  
The finish line my own reliance  
Mind, body, and soul combined as one signature runs under my name  
Heart palpitations as I look at the calendar, fold or fame  
I never did like the company of self shame or self blame  
 
Marathon miles of endurance, found in my bones  
The crowd, the hunger to just stop and walk, the lead in your legs, yet you continue on  
Your glory, your own melodic mental winning song  
Where is the finish line…Oh God help me to cross  
No glory, unlit my feet crosses, glimpsed finished time, never determined a loss