I found this on Matty's Runner's World blog and asked him if I could paste it here. It is hilarious. I didn't realized I married a poet.
Long run day, hurray!
Sixteen miles to see the end.
Sixteen below....treadmilling at the gym.
Pack, drive, lockers, key, up the stairs, pick a mill.
Noise, tvs, florescent lights, machines, phones, i-pods, fake plants, happy people with name tags.
Running in place today, hurray!
Sixty-four imaginary loops before I'm done.
Speed set............... eight minute pace.
Powerade, towel, shoes tied, watch, radio...check.
Eight pretend miles in, hurray.
Find distractions to kill the time.
TV...news, Judge Judy, videos, espn, c-span.
Sixty loops in so far, hurray.
Is sixteen below really too cold? A short run outside tomorrow?
Facemask, wonder-ware, layers, gloves.
Quietness, trees, snow, footprints, swans, fresh air, happy dogs making tracks.
Four miles at the park tomorrow, HURRAY!