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A TRAINING POEM
On this day
as the rain fades away
I go out and play
and make my way
upon
a
path
to
the future.
The triathlon team
meets on the stairs
at
Mills
College
in
Oakland.
Together
we sit
and
gossip a bit,
sharing
our
Powerbars and gu.
Raising Gatorade high,
we toast to the
sky
for we know why
we're
here
and
what
lies
ahead
to
do.
Coach Tim approaches
and with a sadistic smile,
shouts
"leave your
things here,
we
run for a while!"
We
run, we stretch
we
stand on one leg for a really long time,
and
then we stand on the other
Finally Tim shouts,
standing real tall,
"Go
put on your swimsuits,
into
the pool ONE
into
the pool ALL!"
We
do laps,
and
drills,
and
push ups,
and
sprints,
we
work as a team,
six
to a lane
we
go out,
we
come back,
we
go out
again.
Out
of the pool,
to
the showers we run
we
have to be quick,
we're
far from done!
Outside
stand coach Beth
and
she says with a grin,
"Grab
your drinks!
Follow
me!
We
run again!"
Off
we go,
through a small wood
smelling
the trees,
squishing
through mud.
We
stop at the base
of
a long smooth hill
"Put
down your drinks,
let's
do some drills!"
We
go up the hill
frontwards
and
backwards
and
sideways, too,
we
go up,
we
come down,
we
go up,
we
come down,
the
hill gets longer
or
maybe its just our imagination...
It's
getting late, here comes the call-
"Back
to the stairs,
Come
one,
Come
all!"
Four
hours later
we're
done for the day,
we
wave to each other
and
hobble smiling away.
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