01 Why Do We Run

Some run for glory, some run for fun,
Some start training ‘cause they lost a bet and now it’s done!
Some want a medal, some want the thrill,
Some just wanna eat their weight in carbs and not feel ill!

Oh, why do we run? Nobody knows!
Through sun and rain and frozen toes!
We wake up early, we run so far,
And we still pay money just to suffer hard!

She runs for fitness, he runs for speed,
That guy just wants to wear short shorts with bare feet!
One runs for charity, one for the views,
One just wants a race excuse to buy more shoes!

Oh, why do we run? Nobody knows!
Through sun and rain and frozen toes!
We wake up early, we run so far,
And we still pay money just to suffer hard!

Some run for balance, some run for peace,

Some run to outrun their late night feast,

One run for bragging rights, one for the gram,

One just loves the sound of a starting gun!

Tokyo to London, Berlin to New York,
Boston’s got the heartbreak, but we still put in the work!
Chicago’s windy, Paris shines,
Rome’s got hills but hey, it’s fine!

Oh, why do we run? Nobody knows!
Through sun and rain and frozen toes!
We wake up early, we run so far,
And we still pay money just to suffer hard!

Kenya’s fast, Ethiopia too,
Some just wanna drink a beer when the race is through!
Some chase records, some just cheer,
Some just wanna say “I did it” once a year!

Some run for love, some run for pride,
Some run ‘cause their midlife crisis won’t subside!
Some just thought, "Hey, it might be cool,"
Now they’re lost at mile twenty, questioning it all!

Oh, why do we run? Nobody knows!
Through sun and rain and frozen toes!
We wake up early, we run so far,
And we still pay money just to suffer hard!

But when we cross that finish line,
All the pain? It feels just fine!
So sign us up, we’ll run again,
‘Cause we're all just marathon friends!

04 From Beer to Gear

Used to hit the bars every Friday night,
Dressed to impress in my jeans too tight.
But now it’s 6 AM, I’m lacing my shoes,
Swapped out the booze for electrolyte brews!

Stats don’t lie, it’s crystal clear,
More folks run than drink a beer!
Clubs are closing, but bibs sell out,
Pace groups form—no room for doubt!

From beer to gear, it’s the social craze,
Sweating it out in brand-new ways.
Forget the shots, take a hydration break,
And sing along to run club karaoke!

Once we’d hit the dance floor, hands in the air,
Now we throw ‘em up for a finish-line flare!
Swipe right? Nah, just check Strava stats,
PRs are sexy—who needs apps?

Polls say bars are losing ground,
To runners clocking miles around!
Why buy rounds when you can race,
And get a medal, not just a headache?

From beer to gear, it’s the social craze,
Sweating it out in brand-new ways.
Forget the shots, take a hydration break,
And sing along to run club karaoke!

Used to hear last calls at half past two,
Now the only last call is a race debut!
Dance floors are empty, but race waves are packed,
Runners take over—there’s no looking back!

So if you’re lonely, don’t grab a pint,
Find a run crew and join the grind.
The best friendships are built on sweat,
And we ain’t even hit the finish yet!

From beer to gear, it’s the social craze,
Sweating it out in brand-new ways.
Forget the shots, take a hydration break,
And sing along to run club karaoke!

07 Runners High

Feet pounding, heartbeat rising,
Mile twelve and I’m still surviving.
Legs were heavy, now they’re light,
Like I’m floating, taking flight.

Was it the sunrise, was it the air?
Was it the rhythm, the wind in my hair?
Don’t know how, don’t know why,
But I feel like I could touch the sky.

I’m flying, I’m weightless, I’m lost in the motion,
Body dissolving, like waves in the ocean.
Pain turns to power, the hurt fades away,
This is the magic, the rush, the escape—
I’m riding the runner’s high.

Doubt was creeping, mind was breaking,
Then the spark, my soul awakened.
Endorphins dance, they take control,
Turning struggle into gold.

Was it the music, was it the breeze?
Was it the rhythm, the air that I breathe?
Don’t know how, don’t know why,
But I’m soaring, I could fly.

I’m flying, I’m weightless, I’m lost in the motion,
Body dissolving, like waves in the ocean.
Pain turns to power, the hurt fades away,
This is the magic, the rush, the escape—
I’m riding the runner’s high.

Every step, every mile,
Every ache was worth the trial.
Now I'm floating, no more chains,
Running free, unbound, untamed.

Feet still moving, heart still strong,
I could run like this all day long.
Don’t know how, don’t know why,
But I never wanna say goodbye—
To this runner’s high.

I’m flying, I’m weightless, I’m lost in the motion,
Body dissolving, like waves in the ocean.
Pain turns to power, the hurt fades away,
This is the magic, the rush, the escape—
I’m riding the runner’s high.

10 Chicago Marathon

Race day sunrise, lake winds blow
Corral’s all buzzing, let’s start the show
Boom! The horn—off we go
Charging down Columbus, feel that flow

Through the Loop, hear the cheers
Echo loud, electric atmosphere
Turn on State, crowds so tight
26.2, it’s gonna be bright

Run Chicago, feel the speed
From the skyline down to the trees
Crowds go wild, hear ‘em shout
This is what it’s all about

Run Chicago, push on through
From start to finish, dream come true

River North, high-five hands
Old Town vibes, got big race plans
Lincoln Park, green so wide
Feel the city on your side

West Loop strong, Pilsen fire
Mariachi beats take you higher
Chinatown dragons roar
20 miles, just six more

Bronzeville beats, South Side pride
Turning up on Michigan Drive
Legs are burning, crowds won’t quit
One more mile, this is it!

Run Chicago, feel the speed
From the skyline down to the trees
Crowds go wild, hear ‘em shout
This is what it’s all about

Run Chicago, push on through
From start to finish, dream come true

Heart’s on fire, Soldier Field in sight
Buckingham Fountain shining bright
One last sprint, finish line
Chicago’s yours—it's victory time!

Run Chicago, take that crown
Through the best damn marathon town
Fast and flat, world-class game
Cross that line, they’ll chant your name!
Run Chicago!

Run Chicago!

Run Chicago!

13 Tokyo Marathon

Shinjuku sunrise, neon bright,
Runners lined up, hearts ignite!
Boom! The start, we’re flying fast,
Through Tokyo streets, what a blast!

Past Kabukicho, city alive,
Crowds are roaring, feel that drive!
Iidabashi, Kanda’s near,
Through the heart, we own this year!

Run Tokyo, feel that speed,
From the shrine to the city streets!
From the start to the final mile,
We run with heart, we run with style!

Ginza glow, the roads are wide,
Marunouchi, endless stride!
Thunder beats in Asakusa town,
Senso-ji lights up the ground!

Sumida River, steel and glass,
Rainbow Bridge—no looking back!
DiverCity, Odaiba zone,
Pushin’ through, we’re Tokyo-strong!

Run Tokyo, feel that speed,
From the shrine to the city streets!
From the start to the final mile,
We run with heart, we run with style!

Shiba Park, we take that turn,
Tokyo Tower starts to burn!
Final stretch, no time to break,
Zojo-ji chants keep us awake!

Hibiya roar, last incline,
Crowds go wild, finish line!
Marathon dream, we make it real,
Tokyo’s love, we all can feel!

Run Tokyo, feel that speed,
From the shrine to the city streets!
From the start to the final mile,
We run with heart, we run with style!

Run Tokyo, feel that speed,
From the shrine to the city streets!
From the start to the final mile,
We run with heart, we run with style!

Raise that flag, hear that cheer,
Tokyo Marathon, year by year!
One great city, one great run,
Cross that line—we are done!

16 From 5k to Six Stars

It started with a dare, "Just run a 5K!"
Laced up my shoes, thought, "How hard can it be?"
Huffed and puffed, crossed that finish line,
And somehow thought, "Maybe 10K next time?"

'Cause if I can run a five, I can run a ten,
If I can run a ten, I can do it again!
A half sounds crazy, but so did this,
Now I’m carb-loading like a nutritionist!

From couch to the road, from miles to marathons,
Started with one, now I’m chasing 'em all!

Berlin, Boston, Chicago, too,
London, Tokyo, and New York, woo!
From 5K to six stars, look at me now,
Gonna need new knees, but I’ll take that vow!

Signed up for a half, got the fancy vest,
Hit the wall at mile ten, but gave it my best,
Then some fast guy said, "You’re almost there!"
Lies! A 5K left feels unfair!

But if I can run a half, I can run a full,
If I run a full, then it’s kinda cool,
Might as well do six—what’s one more race?
Besides, I love collecting medals and chafing in place!

Woke up at 4, got my gels in my belt,
Sang to my legs, "Don’t cramp, don’t melt!"
Race fees, flight costs, my wallet cries,
But crossing that line? Tears in my eyes!

Six stars, I did it, the dream came true,
But now I’m asking—what’s next to do?
Sydney’s calling, the seventh star’s here,
Shanghai, Cape Town, in a couple more years?

From six to seven, then maybe nine,
More medals, more miles—yeah, that sounds fine!
Some say I’m crazy, but here’s the thrill…
One more race? Oh, you know I will!

02 Sunday Long Runs

Week one starts, I’m feelin’ fresh,
New shoes laced, got that perfect stretch!
Bought a fancy watch, planned my pace,
Told all my friends—I’m runnin’ this race!

Week five hits, the miles climb,
Foam rollin’ hurts, but "pain is fine!"
My fridge is packed with chicken and rice,
And I dream about ice baths every night!

Oh, Sunday long run, legs on fire,
Why'd I sign up? Who’s the liar?!
Peak week’s coming, there's no escape,
But I’ve got carbs and miles of tape!

Week ten now, I'm feelin’ tough,
Until my hamstring says, “That’s enough!”

Tried to skip a run, coach said "No,"
So I limped around in recovery mode!

Week fifteen, I hit the wall,
Is that my toenail? Did it just fall?!

Body’s broken, mind is too,
But runners don’t quit—we push on through!

Oh, Sunday long run, legs on fire,
Why'd I sign up? Who’s the liar?!
Peak week’s coming, there's no escape,
But I’ve got carbs and miles of tape!

GU in my pocket, salt on my face,
Chafing in spots I can’t replace!
Phantom pains and race day dreams,
Boston Qualifier? Don’t know what it means!

Oh, Sunday long run, got me through,
Peak week hurt, but now I flew!

Cross that line, arms held high,
20 weeks—if I don’t die!

Medal on, in my head,
Intervals, fartlek and a long run go get!

20 weeks? Let’s go again,
‘Cause runners are crazy—but we’re all friends!

05 Fartlek

Lace up tight, hit the street, time to go,
Coach says "Fartlek!"—wait, what? I don’t know...
Is it a drill? Is it a prank? Is it a snack?
Guess I’ll just run fast, then slow, then back!

First I'm flying, then I’m crawling,
Why am I speed-walking, then full-on brawling?
Intervals got me questioning life,
Why’s this Swedish? Is that even right?

Fartlek! Who made this up?
It sounds like something from IKEA stuff!
Run real fast, then slow it down,
Like a GPS that's freaking out!

Fartlek! It burns so good,
Makes me question why I run like I should!
Sprint, jog, sprint, no time to think,
Just hope my legs don’t hit the brink!

Pass that lamp post, now gun it real hard,
Ease it back—wait, did I just fart?
No shame here, that's runner life,
Blame the gels and electrolyte hype!

First I'm pacing, now I’m chasing,
Then I’m wheezing, knees are shaking!
Coach is laughing, says “Just have fun!”
Fun? My lungs are coming undone!

Fartlek! Who made this up?
It sounds like something from IKEA stuff!
Run real fast, then slow it down,
Like a GPS that's freaking out!

Fartlek! It burns so good,
Makes me question why I run like I should!
Sprint, jog, sprint, no time to think,
Just hope my legs don’t hit the brink!

Oh wait—I get it, it means "speed play,"
Some Swedish dude made us suffer this way!
No finish line, no easy track,
Just run like crazy, then scale it back!

Fartlek! Who made this up?
It sounds like something from IKEA stuff!
Run real fast, then slow it down,
Like a GPS that's freaking out!

Fartlek! It burns so good,
Makes me question why I run like I should!
Sprint, jog, sprint, no time to think,
Just hope my legs don’t hit the brink!

So next time coach says "fartlek today,"
I’ll just smile... then run away!

Fartlek! It burns so good,
Makes me question why I run like I should!
Sprint, jog, sprint, no time to think,
Just hope my legs don’t hit the brink!

!

08 Race Day Morning

Alarm goes off at 4 AM, I barely closed my eyes,
Layin’ in the dark just picturing the course and all the miles.
Got my kit laid out like a pro, bib number on just right,
Check my watch for the hundredth time—yeah, today’s the fight!

Oatmeal, coffee, bathroom trip—oh wait, one more again,
Runners’ gut is real, my friend, can’t risk a porta-john sprint!
Singlet on, lucky socks, shoes double-knotted tight,
Step outside, deep inhale—man, this feels just right!

It’s race day morning, nerves are flying,
Legs are shaking but I’m smiling!
Trained for months, I know I’m ready,
Marathon major—let’s go, baby!

One last stretch, start-line jitters,
Can’t believe I’m here—it’s finally real!
Hop on the train with all the rest, nerves are in the air,
Some guy’s in a trash bag poncho, some girl braids her hair.

Talking splits with strangers like we’re all best friends,
And I swear I won’t go out too fast, but you know how this ends!
Selfie at the start corral, pacing tattoo check,
Try to hit the porta-potty—ahh, the line’s a wreck!
Elite field takes off first, crowd erupts like thunder,
Final thoughts before the gun—“Did I carb-load enough pasta?”

It’s race day morning, nerves are flying,
Legs are shaking but I’m smiling!
Trained for months, I know I’m ready,
Marathon major—let’s go, baby!
Heart is pounding, anthem playing,
26.2—no turning back now!

Shoes hit the mat, beep-beep

Heart is pounding, anthem playing,
26.2—no turning back now!

Shoes hit the mat, beep-beep

11 London Marathon

Tower Bridge lights up the sky,
Feet hit the road, we’re flyin’ by!
Greenwich start, the cannon roars,
26 miles—let’s settle the score!

Through Charlton, Woolwich too,
Crowds go wild as we push through!
Cutty Sark, we feel that cheer,
London’s love is loud and clear!

Run London, feel that pace,
Through the city, through the race!
From the start to Buckingham,
We run this town, we’re champions!

Over the Thames, the halfway mark,
Tower Bridge—electric spark!
Canary Wharf, glass so high,
Mile eighteen, dig inside!

The Embankment stretch is long and tough,
But London’s roar is loud enough!
Big Ben calls—final test,
We push on hard, we give our best!

Run London, feel that pace,
Through the city, through the race!
From the start to Buckingham,
We run this town, we’re champions!

Westminster crowds, hear that sound,
Past the Eye, we don’t slow down!
Birdcage Walk, legs on fire,
One last turn, fuel the desire!

The Mall’s in sight, the crowd erupts,
Buckingham Palace—arms go up!
Across the line, we’ve won the fight,
London’s Marathon—what a sight!

Raise that flag, hearts on show,
London Marathon—feel that glow!
One big city, one great run,
We made history—London’s won!

Run London, feel that pace,
Through the city, through the race!
From the start to Buckingham,
We run this town, we’re champions!

Over the Thames, the halfway mark,
Tower Bridge—electric spark!
Canary Wharf, glass so high,
Mile eighteen, dig inside!

London calls, one last test

We push on hard, we give our best

One big city, one great run,
We made history—London’s won!

14 Navigating by the Six Stars

I’m chasing down that six-star dream

Through lottery heartbreaks and charity schemes

BQT? Yeah, that's a joke

I’d need a jetpack, I’m too damn slow

But I’ll find a way, come rain or shine

Ain’t no waitlist longer than my time

One by one, I’ll cross that line

That six-star medal’s gonna be mine

Chicago, yeah, I got real lucky

Tokyo said, "Keep tryin', buddy"

London called, but only if I’d raise two grand

New York's got a nine-plus-one

But even those races are hard to run

So I signed up for everything I could stand

I’m chasing down that six-star dream

Through lottery heartbreaks and charity schemes

BQT? Yeah, that's a joke

I’d need a jetpack, I’m too damn slow

But I’ll find a way, come rain or shine

Ain’t no waitlist longer than my time

One by one, I’ll cross that line

That six-star medal’s gonna be mine

I ran a dozen virtual halves

Paid a fortune, do the math

Just for a shot at Tokyo’s start line

Boston's got that holy grail

BQT? Yeah, bound to fail

But someday I'll break that finish sign

The lost lotteries, the freezing rain

I’ll earn that medal, come what may

I’m chasing down that six-star dream

Through setbacks, struggles, and caffeine

BQT? Well, who knows yet?

Maybe I’ll age up, place my bet

But I’ll find a way, come rain or shine

Ain’t no waitlist longer than my time

One by one, I’ll cross that line

That six-star medal’s gonna be mine

03 Setbacks and Comebacks

Week one, I’m feelin’ bold,

New gear bought, my goals are gold!

Gonna train smart, gonna train strong,

What could possibly go wrong?

Week five, the miles climb,

Motivation? Hard to find.

Supposed to run, but here’s the thing—

Netflix called, and I said "King!"

Oh, the road ain't smooth, the miles ain't free,

Setbacks come for you and me!

But we get up, we push on through,

‘Cause runners rise—that’s what we do!

Week eight, my knee says "Nope!"

Physio’s talkin’ bands and hope.

Foam rollin’ hurts, I grit my teeth,

Why’s my IT band fightin’ me?!

Week twelve, went out last night,

One beer turned to "Yeah, alright..."

Alarm went off, I hit snooze twice,

Now my long run's payin’ the price!

Oh, the road ain't smooth, the miles ain't free,

Setbacks come for you and me!

But we get up, we push on through,

‘Cause runners rise—that’s what we do!

Doubt in my mind, pain in my feet,

One bad run, I feel defeat!

Runner’s knee, a twisted toe,

Blisters where they shouldn’t grow!

Legs feel heavy, mind’s a mess,

Can I do this? I second-guess.

But then my crew says, "One more mile,"

They pull me up, I start to smile!

Week eighteen, I see it clear,

The start line’s close, the goal is near!

Every stumble, every fall,

Made me stronger through it all!

Oh, the road ain't smooth, the miles ain't free,

Setbacks come for you and me!

But we get up, we push on through,

‘Cause runners rise—that’s what we do!

One last mile, one last stride,

Marathon strong, we run with pride!

Setbacks hit, but we don’t fall,

We rise again—we’ve conquered all!

06 Hitting Taper Town

Mile after mile, I've put in the grind,
Early alarms, left the snooze behind.
Blisters and sweat, oh, the pain was real,
But now it's taper time—man, what a deal!

No more 20-milers, no hills to climb,
Just sittin' here carbo-loadin' full-time.
Legs feel twitchy, mind’s on fire,
Counting down days till I chase my desire.

I’m hitting Taper Town, yeah, I’ve earned this ride,
Pass the pasta, bring the bread, extra carbs on the side.
Feet up high, racing dreams in my head,
Soon I’ll hear that gun, and I’ll sprint ahead!

Spaghetti for breakfast, pancakes for lunch,
Eating like a king, yeah, I live for this munch.
Gotta trust the taper, gotta chill the nerves,
Marathon's calling, I’m ready to swerve.

No more 20-milers, no hills to climb,
Just sittin' here carbo-loadin' full-time.
Legs feel twitchy, mind’s on fire,
Counting down days till I chase my desire.

I’m hitting Taper Town, yeah, I’ve earned this ride,
Pass the pasta, bring the bread, extra carbs on the side.
Feet up high, racing dreams in my head,
Soon I’ll hear that gun, and I’ll sprint ahead!

Phantom pains, oh no, is that a flu?
Google says I’m dying—wait, I’m fine, phew!
Every itch, every twitch, mind playing games,
Race day’s coming, I’ll silence the flames.

I’m hitting Taper Town, yeah, this is the best,
Legs feel fresh, got my number on my vest.
One more carb feast, one last deep breath,
Marathon morning—I’ll run till there’s nothing left!

I’m hitting Taper Town, yeah, I’ve earned this ride,
Pass the pasta, bring the bread, extra carbs on the side.
Feet up high, racing dreams in my head,
Soon I’ll hear that gun, and I’ll sprint ahead!

Phantom pains, oh no, is that a flu?

09 New York Marathon

Wake up early, feelin’ right,
Race day’s here, the vibe is tight!
On the ferry, dreams in sight,
26.2—we run tonight!

Verrazzano, hush the sound,
Just my heartbeat, feet on ground.
Brooklyn’s callin’, here we go,
Bay Ridge, Greenpoint, crowd’s on show!

Dancin’ down Fourth Ave, beats so high,
Williamsburg brings the hipster vibe!
Bed-Stuy’s shoutin’, hands up strong,
Brooklyn’s singin’—we run along!

Run New York, feel the beat,
Five boroughs strong, we move our feet!
From Staten Island to Central Park,
New York’s fire, we leave our mark!

Queensboro’s bridge, hush again,
Legs feel heavy, here comes the pain!
Silent stride, the city waits,
Then boom—First Ave, hearts race!

Crowds go crazy, mile 18,
High-five strangers, livin’ the dream!
Bronx got swag, we cross that line,
Back to Harlem, runnin’ fine!

5th Ave climb, it’s gettin’ real,
Push on through, that runner’s feel!
Central Park, the trees so tall,
One last mile—we gave it all!

Run New York, feel the beat,
Five boroughs strong, we move our feet!
From Staten Island to Central Park,
New York’s fire, we leave our mark!

Empire State, skyline bright,
Crowds keep pushin’, heart takes flight!
Tavern on the Green, that finish line,
New York, baby—race divine!

Run New York, feel the beat,
Five boroughs strong, we move our feet!
From Staten Island to Central Park,
New York’s fire, we leave our mark!

Raise that medal, strike a pose,
NYC, that’s how it goes!
One great race, one great town,
Marathon strong—we shut it down!

12 Berlin Marathon

Lined up tight at Brandenburg Gate,
Heart is pounding, can’t be late!
Tried to sleep, but let’s be real,
Too much currywurst for my last meal!

The gun goes off, we hit the streets,
Unter den Linden, flying feet!
Past the Reichstag, hear the sound,
Of 40,000 runners pounding the ground!

Checkpoint Charlie, wave and go,
Spectators cheering, Prost! Hallo!
The East, the West, the walls came down,
Now we run this unchained town!

Run Berlin, run! Feel the city roar!
From Tiergarten’s trees to the Ku’damm stores!
Through Kreuzberg’s beats and Mitte’s might,
Scream “Ich bin ein Marathoner” tonight!

Neukölln kids with signs so bright,
Shouting, “Go! You’re dynamite!”
Salsa bands in Wedding play,
I grab a gel and dash away!

Swing through Schöneberg, grinning wide,
Hitting my stride on the Havel-side!
Past the Victory Column—can’t look back,
I’m chasing Kipchoge’s track!

Gendarmenmarkt, we’re flying now,
Alexanderplatz, take a bow!
The Spree reflects the neon lights,
Berlin, you’re magic, wild, and bright!

Run Berlin, run! Feel the city roar!
From Tiergarten’s trees to the Ku’damm stores!
Through Kreuzberg’s beats and Mitte’s might,
Scream “Ich bin ein Marathoner” tonight!

35K, the legs feel done,
But I see the Gate, I hear the drums!
Spectators pouring pilsner tall,
“Keep on running, don’t you stall!”

One last sprint, I cross the line,
PB crushed, Berlin, you’re mine!
A shiny medal, arms up high,
Best day ever—time to celebrate, "Geil!"

Run Berlin, run! Feel the city roar!
From Tiergarten’s trees to the Ku’damm stores!
Through Kreuzberg’s beats and Mitte’s might,
Scream “Ich bin ein Marathoner” tonight!

Run Berlin, run! Feel the city roar!
From Tiergarten’s trees to the Ku’damm stores!
Through Kreuzberg’s beats and Mitte’s might,
Scream “Ich bin ein Marathoner” tonight!

15 Boston Marathon

Step to the line, hear the city call,
From Hopkinton’s start, we’re giving it all.
Through Ashland’s cheers and Framingham’s pride,
The road is long, but love’s by our side.

Natick waves their banners high,
Wellesley’s voices touch the sky!
Halfway there, but there's more to go,
This is Boston—we rise, we grow!

Newton’s hills try to test my soul,
But I push on, I’m in control!
Cleveland Circle, I feel the sound,
One more mile, I won’t slow down!

Right on Hereford, left on Boylston,
The finish line is calling—come on, come on!
With every step, with every mile,
Boston’s heartbeat makes me smile.

We run with pride, we run so strong,
Boston Marathon, we all belong!

Crowds are lifting, hands held high,
Like Fenway lights in a summer sky.
The Citgo sign is shining bright,
Boston’s dream is in my sight.

I hear the echoes of legends past,
Johnny Kelley, his spirit lasts.
Des and Meb, the fire’s inside,
This is the place where heroes stride!

Newton’s hills try to test my soul,
But I push on, I’m in control!
Cleveland Circle, I feel the sound,
One more mile, I won’t slow down!

Right on Hereford, left on Boylston,
The finish line is calling—come on, come on!
With every step, with every mile,
Boston’s heartbeat makes me smile.

We run with pride, we run so strong,
Boston Marathon, we all belong!

Marathon Monday, banners fly,
Through the rain, through the sun, under Boston’s sky.
From the Charles to the Green Monster’s roar,
This city’s love will push me more!

Cross that line, feel the thrill,
Boston’s magic, unbreakable will.
With every step, with every song,
Boston Marathon—we all belong!