A Poem for Modesto Marathon Part 1

The day I have been waiting for

To indulge in Mr. Goodbar, Mount on Almond Joy

To satisfy my thirst on Mr. Samuel Adam’s IPA

To sing under Sacramento’s spring days

To dance on the American Bike Trail

But the dream of

Happy eating and drinking

Come to a halt

As karma is getting back to me

If I had whispered under my breath

Of naming people “dumbass” on my run

Of calling people “kissass” at work

Of cutting people off on Hwy 50!

I am taking back all those things

I had whispered under my breath

Here I am,

Rubbing Mr. Bengay everywhere

Accept the back where the pain is!

The pain taught me few things

A great language

I never knew I could speak

From #$%$*# To $%&#

As I sit down and get up from the toilet

While Mr. Bengay spreading its magic

To a few place I can’t mention

Is now hotter than the sun

Accept my back where it needed most.

Oh Modesto Marathon

I have trained so hard!
Oh Modesto Marathon
Why is this happening to me!