I was talking with a friend from Nike last night, and our conversation brought me back to the first time I saw those gorgeous copy-heavy Nike print ads aimed at women in the early 90s. Women portrayed as strong female athletes with something to say, for once.
This poem was inspired by those storytelling ads and the group of women I’ve been running with for almost 20 years. Running isn’t just running to us. It’s the thread that weaves together our life experiences.
In the dawn we run,
pound our way, panting, ranting
just eight more miles to go
today, and five tomorrow.
We pass girlfriends with hands
wrapped around steaming lattes,
and faces dancing with conversation
and we say,
“One day we will walk.”
Today we run, defiantly
Ha! Age will not catch us.
Our knees, still good,
our feet obedient
just three more miles to go,
and five tomorrow.
We pass women sitting on benches,
happily resting weary bones
and we say,
“One day we will sit.”
But today we run
just one more mile to go
and we will rest,
hands wrapped around steaming lattes,
and we will say,
“Tomorrow we will run.”
KJH, Copyright 2005
This arrived in my Inbox a couple of weeks ago from someone I haven’t seen in many many years. A poem I had forgotten about. And that’s as much of the story as I’m willing to tell.
Originally published on MySpace on January 6, 2009.
No time to write something new, so I give you a poem I wrote years ago.
Originally published on MySpace on December 19, 2008.
Here’s a poem that I wrote earlier this year. My Match.com blog reminded me of it.
Dedicated to all of you who have ever been dumped!