Since I’m delinquent on my Pittsburgh half marathon haiku (only because it was a fantastic weekend with Jogging Jeans and Stride and Joy and there’s so much to cover), I asked Linda Bang for a Monday haiku. She submitted one that seems fitting for the week ahead and falls naturally under our mutual obsession with healthy bowel movements. This bird needs to lay off the ex-lax.
P.S. Is ‘dookie’ a word?
Massive bird dookie
Symbolic view from the train
Monday mornings blow
Having a fantastic weekend in Pittsburgh before Jogging Jeans, Stride and Joy, Tracey’s hubby Andrew, and I face the Pittsburgh Half Marathon tomorrow. We checked out the lay of the land and encountered a marvelous wonder to which we each dedicated a haiku. Here’s our Portable Toilet Mash Up.
By Jogging Jeans
Weird out-of-towners
Overjoyed that toilets flush
These aren’t everywhere?!
What did they love more?
The city or the toilets?
I will never know.
By Andrew, Stride and Joy’s significant other
Outdoor commode ode
Only in Pittsburgh I’ll pee
Flush clean away, wheeee!
By Stride and Joy
Mr. John’s port-a-loos
Where have you been all my life?
Flush with excitement
By Running Haiku
It is about time
New invention at the race
No smell when you go
Comes with instructions
‘Mr. John Flushing Unit’
Use the foot pedal
Nothing else matters
Clean place for a pre-run dump
The best race ever
Left to right: Charla at Running Haiku, Tracey at Stride and Joy, Jill at Jogging Jeans
I wanted to do something appropriate for the Boston Marathon tragedy. It’s also National Haiku Day. (Thank you Jogging Jeans for flagging that.)
I told a friend I was torn between needing to post a haiku and having a strong desire to acknowledge what we might be feeling about the Boston Marathon tragedy but I wouldn’t be able to find the words to do it justice.
I had friends who ran it. Friends whose successes and major lifetime accomplishments were overshadowed by unfathomed evil.
Within mere minutes of me lamenting my concerns about not being able to capture the horror, Patti Bunney texted me the following haiku:
Breaking news report
Finish line bombs cause chaos
Boston streets bloodied
Courageous watchers
Comfort and triage wounded
Senseless maiming, death
Suspect is at large
Investigation proceeds
Find, arrest, punish
The morning dawned bright
Race day anticipation
Becomes worst nightmare
Linda Bang adds:
I have one more thing
It comes halfway through my runs
Major mid run burps
I am clearly the gastrointestinal expert on your blog…?
This is in response to Linda’s haiku Got The Four Mile Farts
Gas is not so bad
Lucky not seven mile shits
Creates awkward stride
From my favorite and brutally honest running partner, Linda Bang.
The build up is slow
Only a runner would know
Got the four mile farts
Got schooled by Mt Peak
Icing up my runner’s knee
Hill training on pause
Go away sharp pain
I was on a running roll
Won’t be down for long
To Cathy at My Pursuit of Happiness and Skinny Jeans and anyone else searching inside for motivation and training discipline.
Long road to success
Be driven and determined
Lasso your mojo
