A Visit from St. Sebastian (JFK 50 – Boonsboro, MD)

‘Twas the night before race day, in a home called the Jewel Vinsota…

…I actually don’t have anything that rhymes with ‘vinsota’

Considering I just had an antipasto salad and a chicken quesadilla in a local pizzeria in the backwoods of Maryland, I am going to continue with the theme of this training cycle of being flexible, listening to my body, and adapting to change.

No pre-race poem. This is too big for that.

Instead, this feels like the culmination of a much longer journey – one that has spanned many, many years. It can’t be all boiled down to one poem. It can’t even be summarized with my own insufficient words. Not in blog form at least.

So as I continue to WEAVE my own tale – rather than write it – I will leave you with our battle song that has guided us these past few months. These past few months and for the years that it helped put into context.  Seeing this song for the first time performed live this past week provided the perfect cherry on top to this era, a symbol of looking back while also looking into what’s ahead.

From Virginia Beach to Cleveland to San Diego to New York City. And everywhere in between, from Harriman State Park to the Palisades and, of course, to our home in Jersey City. But before that too – from Massachusetts to Pittsburgh to New Hampshire to Cape Cod to D.C. to Manchester, Tennessee to Oakland, California to New Brunswick, New Jersey and to Little Ferry.  Because even though it was just released a few months ago, it has reverberated through many years. Its ripples can be felt for generations.  It’s a tale as old as time.  And I hope the words resonate with you as much as it has for us.  I know I’ll be listening to it bright and early tomorrow morning.

Happy race day to all, and to all a good night.

Long in tooth and soul
Longing for another win
Lurch into the fray
Weapon out and belly in

Warrior struggling to remain consequential

Bellow aloud
Bold and proud
Of where I’ve been
But here I am

Beating chest and drums
Beating tired bones again
Age-old battle, mine
Weapon out and belly in

Tales told of battles won
Of things we’ve done
Caligula would grin

Beating tired bones
Tripping through remember when
Once invincible
Now the armor’s wearing thin
Heavy shield down

Warrior struggling to remain relevant
Warrior struggling to remain consequential

Cry aloud
Bold and proud
Of where I’ve been
But here I am
Where I end

Warrior struggling to remain relevant
Warrior struggling to remain consequential

Tears in my eyes
Chasing Ponce de Leon’s phantoms
So filled with hope
I can taste mythical fountains
False hope, perhaps
But the truth never got in my way
Before now, feel the sting
Feeling time bearing down

Tears in my eyes
Chasing Ponce de Leon’s phantoms
So filled with hope
I can taste mythical fountains
False hope, perhaps
But the truth never got in my way
Before now, feel the sting
Feeling time bearing down

False hope, perhaps
But the truth never got in my way
Before now, feel the sting
Feeling time bearing down
Bearing down

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