Poetic Justice

The gO! group was out in full force once again,
The countdown to Cowtown; let the races begin.

The half featured many who dared to step up,
And challenge their muster, to rise to the top.

They ran near the houses, past the river and then,
‘Cross a levee and into the park once again.

And many ran faster than ever before,
A testament to workouts (and coaching galore).

But this poem is not about the gO! running crew,
It’s about just one whose legend just grew.

Because reaching the biggest achievement this Fall,
Was our leader, the coach, who outran them all.

He ran with his legs through the first half and then,
He relied on his heart to go ‘round again.

Yes, Josh did accomplish the ultimate test,
3:10 was his time, no doubt, he’s the best.

No one else can claim, ”Going to Boston am I”
‘cept, Josh who’ll just smile, and wink with one eye.

Although in this borough, so many did run,
In the end it is really about only one.

The Man, our Leader, the self-proclaimed jock,
Is going to Boston, let’s wish him good luck.

Anonymous (and no it was not Josh)