Death march

To the finish arch.

Its five in the morning

And I’m busy mourning

My flesh and bones

Still out with the stones

And I’m not sure

If it’s the time

To have a post-race beer

Or Pancakes.

Rewind to the 

Beginning of the grind

When the second leg absorbed

Every last ounce of

Moisture in my body that I was 

Confused if I was still

Running in Canada or perhaps

I was now in the desert.

I became dehydration station

Which began the creation of my foundation

For self-starvation and declination

Followed by trips and falls

That I blame on the pebbles

But it’s really my fumbling feet

That can’t beat

The heat of the day.

Flasks burst

Shirt ripped

Stomach bleeding

Caked with mud.

When I saw my crew

They just knew

To carry me through

But not without laughs and videos

Posted to the socials of my

Delusional state 

As I ate a Beyond Meat burger

And fries

And to my despise

They made me rise

Beyond my cries 

And bleeding thighs

But in my mind I had resigned

Confessed I needed rest

They sent me on a quest

To finish this fricken’ mess

Dark forest

Moon shines

Freaky sounds

Middle of the night

All alone

Until a train of

People in pain

Motor by me

And I agree

To board the train

And try to attain

The last 20km

Of this ballet

We get to the boat

And then they quote,

“You made it! 

We thought you dropped out!”

Me too.

Me too.

But I’m still trekking

I know I’m wrecking

My body, my bones

But isn’t that what

This sport is about?

It seems insane 

And it really is

But I’m to blame

For saying yes

And now I’m committed.

Death march

To the finish arch.