Director's Dare
'Twas the Night Before Triathlon
Friday, June 18, 2004
'Twas the night before the Triathlon
And all through my head,
Danced visions of drowning and
How tomorrow I could be dead.
My swim trucks were folded
And ready to go.
My bike wheels were oiled
And ready to roll.
I had swam in the morning
I had ran in the night
I had tried to ride my bike so
It all would all end alright.
I lay in bed wondering, with just a little fear
For in a few short hours the moment of truth would be here.
Did I swim enough laps?
Did I run enough miles?
Had I biked enough hills
So I could finish with style?
Did pack enough sun screen
To protect my bald head?
If not would I end up
All blistered and red?
Would I get in my groove
And breathe to the side?
Would I hyperventilate?
And just take a dive?
Would my legs turn to rubber?
And my lungs start to burn?
Would my knees just give out
On the first or last turn?
Would I come in dead last
Or cross the line in a hearse?
Would I be the worst "Case"
Ever seen by a nurse?
Would there be a big crash
On the road with the bikes?
Would I cross the finish line
Behind all the small tykes?
Would there be this or that
That would happen to me?
And what about that whatever
That could cause injury?
As I lay there in bed
With my head on my arm
I realized it doesn't matter
Come whatever harm.
I'll just do my best,
For that's all I can do.
I'd swim, bike and run
Until I'm all through.
The great lesson I've learned
Is to shoot for the star
If you just try your hardest
Then you've already Raised the Bar.
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