‘Twas the night before Reso, when all through the city
People decked out, feelin’ good, lookin’ pretty;
Pics of flat runners hit the socials with flare,
In hopes that pre-race selfies would soon be there;
The runners, not nestled snug in their beds,
Rang in the new year and drank bubbly instead;
And V stained her dress, and I broke a strap,
Slurred, “Hey, we’d better at least take a nap.”
When the alarm went off, I rose with a clatter,
But a 10am start!? Nothing’s the matter.
Away to the coffee which brewed in a flash,
Pulled on my orange singlet, caught a mirror, “YASSSSS!”
The glow of the orange on the new fallen snow…
Oh, wait, there is none. Time to go!
When what on approach to Magnuson appeared,
But Reso festivities and a sign ‘Registration Here!”
With volunteers aplenty so smiley and helpful,
It only took a moment for my heart to feel full.
More happy than puppies the runners they came,
I hollered, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Hey, Tom! ‘sup, Bill! Yo, Drea and Kimber!
Thank you thank you! This’ll be a Reso to remember.”
To the shoot for the start! The gun went off with a ‘crack!”
Now dash away! Dash away! Just 25 laps around a track!
Out in the lead an orange hurricane flies,
First through mile one, fierce-looking Club guys;
So on through the course the runners they flew
With family and friends, and doggos too—
And then, on the shoreline, I heard a big splash
The first runner hit the water with a resounding crash!
As I drew near the water, I began pulling off gloves,
Ditched my jacket, exhaled, “This is the part I love.”
Dressed in not much more than my skivvies from my head to my foot,
I was soon neck-deep in water with puddles for shoes;
A bundle of clothes I had flung at the finish,
Into the lake we all plunged, not a spirit diminished.
Our eyes—how they twinkled! Our laughter, so merry!
Our fingers were frigid, our cheeks red like a cherry!
We emerged from the water with mere meters to go,
An easy distance to cover in the absence of snow;
The stem of a mic Tom held firm in his hand,
Announcing each runner by name. Such a great man!
We had a chill through our bones and rumbling in our bellies
That swiftly sought warmth and comfort of hot chili.
Welcomed friends as they finished, Sheila dressed as an elf,
And I laughed when I viewed Polar Dive pics of myself;
In the blink of an eye and the twist of a tap
I was clutching an Icicle Brew on my lap.
I spoke not a word, just savored the moment,
Before refilling my cup, “A hot beverage, why don’tchya!”
And laying my chin in the palm of my hand;
And giving a sigh, exhaustion hit me—BAM!
I rose to my feet, to my friends gave high-fives,
And home we all went for naps and the Rose Bowl.
But I heard folks exclaim as I strolled out of sight—
“Reso is awesome, even after a wild night!”
This Reso remix was brought to you by Julia Reade and Aavi Bass