A Runner's High Poem

 

An original poem by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro

 

Please read along to my Spoken Verse Performance.

 

 

VERSE 1

 

I'm a distance runner.

 

Use my muscular quads,

 

To elevate my knees skyward.

 

All my workouts are funner,

 

Soaring high with the gods.

 

Yeah, the feeling's far from wired,

 

When I'm on a runner's high.

 

  

VERSE 2

 

But there's an answer I seek:

 

Where am I supposed to land,

 

On the heel or further forward?

 

Please tell me which technique,

 

Improves the feeling so grand,

 

Because I feel kind of tortured,

 

When I don't hit a runner's high.

 

 

BRIDGE

 

But when it comes to running form,

 

I hear many calls to conform.

 

But I'll keep on embracing the norm,

 

Until I find a better runner's high.

 

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If it gets me there the fastest,

 

Makes my ecstasy the strongest,

 

And keeps me there the longest,

 

I'll tell my heal striking ways: "Bye, bye."

 

 

I'd gladly do my workouts in goose step,

 

With a tattoo of Liberache on my bicep,

 

Not giving a care as to the impact on my rep,

 

If it delivered a better runner's high.

 

 

VERSE 3

 

New shoes were bought with interesting devices.

 

From U4ic midsoles to foams made of plastic,

 

And 3D overlays and even zero drop.

 

Giving the pounding they take, I don't mind the prices.

 

And while some might consider this approach drastic,

 

The monthly sport shoe store visits will never stop,

 

Until I find a better runner's high.

 

 

VERSE 4

 

I maintain that, as God is my witness,

 

While a marathon is my longest run,

 

A daily hour jog I need direly.

 

But some say that, if running for fitness,

 

Thirty minutes is all you need to "get 'er done".

 

Anything more is for something else entirely.

 

Like say maybe a runner's high.

 

 

VERSE 5

 

If you think I'm spending hours,

 

Like a mouse in a metal wheel,

 

Just to stay in primo shape.

 

You underestimate the power,

 

Of the addiction which I feel,

 

From it's grasp there is no escape.

 

Yep, I need that runner's high.

 

 

The End

 

 

Copyright Michael Kimbro 2017.  All rights reserved.

 

 

Keywords:  Poems about running, Distance running poetry, Poems about running shoes, Proper running form theory.