Saturday, January 16, 2010
IT'S A LOVE HATE THING
You o triathlon,
builder of egos and breaker of hearts ...
I hate it when you raise me up
I hate it more when you tear me down.
I hate it when you promise me glory
Then throw me to the ground.
I hate your 5 a.m. wake up calls
and swimming in the dark.
I hate your freezing cold swimming pools
and when I see a shark.
I hate it when its time to ride
and ride and ride some more.
How your gale-force wind is always there
that ain’t no Kona lore.
I hate the way you make me run
I hate it but it’s cool.
I hate the way you challenge me
Like I was back in school.
I hate the fact we cannot draft
Bike refs make sure of that.
I hate those cards of yellow and red
that whole penalty tent format.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
even worse when you make me cry.
But love that you made me an Ironman
then branded me till I die.
I hate it when you’re not around
after Kona’s race in the fall.
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,
not even close
not even a little bit
not even at all.
*Inspired from “10 Things I Hate About You”
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