When I stepped out for the 3-miler this morning, I was wondering if it was foggy enough for a school delay. But, my mind quickly ran to poetry and the various faces of poetry that I was going to lead my classes through today. These poems, though, tend to be fairly accessible to people and a tad less formatting and lots more whimsical.
Another thing that I remembered is that I’m still running in the Sunburst (Hall of Fame to Notre Dame) the first Saturday in June. My calf feels fine–a bit tight at the beginning of the run–so I should be able to reach the finish line. From there it’s summer re-training and Lake City Marathon in mid-September and then I run with Lois at the Lakefront Marathon (WI) at the beginning of October. I’m still tossing the idea around about Grand Rapids, but possibly that will fall by the wayside like last year.
I’ve finished making my phone calls to teacher on my list, informing them of the delay. I end with Carl Sandburg and that most anthologized, “Fog”:
THE fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches 5
and then moves on.