Bare trail, spring fever, and good legs seem to bring out the worst in me. For two years in a row now - on the third Sunday in April - I deserted good sense and ran much longer than I'd told anyone I was going to. I just could not ignore the Siren song of another lap of Vorberg Gulch in 60 degree, sunny weather.
Last year, this inspired me to write a poem inspired by William Carlos Williams' classic non-apology apology - This is Just to Say (Ultrarunner's edition). Below it's reprinted verbatim, because, well, it applies as much on this third Sunday in April as the last one.