[Editor’s Note: In our Community Voices column this month, we are honored to share the poetry of Nathan Toben. Nathan is a bike courier living and training in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. Akin to his long-term approach to ultramarathon training, with poetry, he puts in small but focused efforts each day; trusting that this reiterative practice will result in coherent skills and that such clarified living will benefit his health and the lives of those around him. When not on the bike or helping his fiancé build a tiny home on wheels, he can be found out in the woods, chipping away at what he calls the “near-improbable task of jumping up from sub-elite to elite 100-mile runner.” In this column each month, we showcase the work of a writer, visual artist, or other creative type from within our global trail running and ultrarunning community. Our goal is to tell stories about our sport in creative and innovative ways. Read more about the concept in our launch article. We invite you to submit your work for consideration!]
The Wolf of Lapland
up a long
to a cabin
I do not know
on like that
so I caught
in my arms
& yet still
it was sick,
to nip at
we carried it
I was standing
on the finish line.
[Author’s Note: I dreamt this while tapering for the 2018 Pinhoti 100 Mile.]
The Post 100-Mile Earworm
Breath, footfall, anguish & bargaining.
Inoculant paradiddles decaying off in
long, uneven fades of hungry applause.
Call for Comments (from Meghan)
- Do longer ultramarathons and their preparation cause unique dreams or creative thought in you, too?
- Have you any ultramarathon-inspired poetry to share?