132 Day's to the 110th Boston Marathon

Frosty-Five Miler

It's getting cold and this is just the beginning of winter!! I got out during lunch today and ran a nice five miles around the city! Clear and cold, very quiet and peaceful run along the Charles got to enjoy some nice views of the city! Tomorrow I will run four miles and Friday is a rest day, Sunday calls for an eight miler. From here on out the weekly mileage gradually increases to twenty miles in February. But until then, it's one day at a time! Thought I'd leave you all with a great poem, that gets me going on those cold rainy days!

The poem was written by a 19-year-old English army officer, Charles Hamilton Sorley, during World War I.

The Song of the Ungirt Runners
We swing ungirded hips
And lighten'd are our eyes,
The rain is on our lips,
We do not run for prize.
We know not whom we trust
Nor whitherward we fare,
But we run because we must
Through the great wide air.

The waters of the seas
Are troubled as by storm.
The tempest strips the trees
And does not leave them warm.
Does the tearing tempest pause?
Do the tree-tops ask it why?
So we run without a cause
'Neath the big bare sky.

The rain is on our lips,
We do not run for prize.
But the storm the water whips
And the wave howls to the skies.
The winds arise and strike it
And scatter it like sand,
And we run because we like it
Through the broad bright land.