‘Twas the night before race day

‘Twas the night before race day, and I’ll be lying in bed.
With all that could go wrong, running through my head.
My mind won’t stop, Did I forget a shoe?
Where is my sports bra? Will I be able to make it all the way through?

While other slumber easily, into restful sleep,
I lie awake wistfully hoping I’ll be able to sleep.
If I sleep in, I’ll curse and I’ll holler!
For this here said race could help me make a fair dollar.

I check my alarm for the fifty-eighth time,
As my thoughts drift back to the nasty rope climb.
Did I train hard enough? Did I run enough miles?
What crazies partake in running lifestyles?

Will it be windy? Will it be cold? Will it be hot? Will it rain?
Will there be traffic? Can I park? I’m going insane!
What if trained for months and months at the wrong pace?
Is there a free beer tent at the end of the race?

And I know my race pics will look like crap,
But then I’ll finish and can just take a nap.
To make up for sleep I lost here tonight.
So happy race day to all and to all a good post-race night!