Poetry Challenge, v. 4.0, Day 25

Fat kids hate running.  I once heard a joke told by a guy who had some extra weight, and he said, "I hated running.  Now, I could go fast enough, but the problem was, it took me 15 minutes to stop jiggling after I stopped."  This is precisely how I feel about running.  It doesn't help that I have fairly flat feet, and really just don't care that much for the sport of running.  I don't hate people who love it, or think they're foolish - after all, I love to get on my bike and go for 20-30 miles as an "average" outing, so I can hardly hate anyone for their chosen love of a sport.  I just personally get nothing out of it.  So, today, the love of my life registered me for a 5k.  Well, to be fair, she registered us both, but that's not the point.  The point is, I'm going to have to run a race.  Dammit.  I hate running.  Yet, the point of this, as far as I'm concerned, is to spend time and energy training with her so as to perform decently (read as, "actually run/jog the whole thing).  It's only 3.1 miles.  I know I can do this.  I think.  Maybe.  Perchance.  It's a distinct possibility that I may or may not be able to withstand the pounding of my feet on pavement for 3.1 miles and possibly even finish ahead of anyone else.  I may be in trouble.  I'm probably screwed.  Oh shit.

Hey, let's have some poetry...you know, since that's what this post is supposed to be about...

The Halfland

Pen to paper,
fingers on the keys,
I know what it is I want to write,
but every beginning halts;
an abrupt stoppage,
and I can go no further,
thoughts stagnate in my mind
fizzle into the abyss from which there is no return.
Where do they go?
Is there a secret place,
of dreams and half-thoughts,
where they combine to form things foreign to imagination?
Is it the land that lives between sleeping and waking,
between our reality and the fae?
Oh, let me in to this treasured place,
this nowhere between my thoughts,
to find the answers that linger there,
between the pen and the paper
where the ink runs.

Hmmm....interesting.  I wonder if I can do anything with this concept somewhere down the road.  I suppose it's possible - we'll have to see.  Still, it's a bit of how I'm feeling today.  While I didn't see some of this stuff coming, I'm glad it's here.

Oh, and for those who are wondering, I may be doing some running, but there is no way the page title will become "Triathlon with the Fat Kid." NO.  I reapeat, NO.  And if you still didn't catch it, you can go here: http://nooooooooooooooo.com/  That is all.

Thanks for reading,

The Fat Kid