(second in the Hip Hop series)
BOSTON MARATHON HIP HOP
(To be sung in your best rap voice)
It’s on Patriot’s Day when they emerge
In Hopkinton where they converge.
Across the line they soon will surge
And purge any thoughts
Of finishing first
Only not to do their worst.
And here’s the thing, come each spring
That town’s the center of the universe.
Running it will take a while
Bring all your cunning and your guile
Cause the race to Beantown is 26 miles
Then brace yourself and add two tenths
I mean, how the hell did they get that length?
But every marathon is that distance
London, New York, Paris for instance
Still, Boston is a rarity
Why? You want some clarity?
Well, for Boston you must qualify
In another race they certify
For the age group that you specify
To ensure your time will verify.
So when you boast “I’m running Boston”
The sentiment is not lost on
Others, because it’s understood
If you BQ you’re pretty damn good.
Then there is the history
Run to the harbor and throw in some tea
One if by land and two if by sea.
And Paul Revere could he
Steer that course without his horse?
That I’d like to see.
Sure, it’s a race like no other
See the faces on mothers, sisters and brothers
Who greet the runners along the route on
The streets of Ashland, Nattick and Newton.
At the halfway mark near Wellesley College
The coeds are full of running knowledge
And you’re acknowledged
By so many voices, your only choice is
To be astonished.
But soon after all that reelin’ and shoutin’
You may get a little feelin’ of doubtin’
Cause Heartbreak Hill can seem like a mountain
(It’s really several hills but then who’s countin’).
There’s apprehension and resignation
Is that sweat on your brow or condensation?
Just don’t let go of that determination
And pay attention on that glorious ascension.
And when you crest it, or is that “if”
You’ll soon be tested o you better be fit
With so many miles left to go
Your mind and body will let you know
If your muscles cramp or your calf is tightening
Then the last half could be so frightening
Jus hang in there and keep on fighting
And dang doesn’t all this seem exciting?
By now your time is measured in hours
So you’ll treasure that view of the Hancock Tower
Copley square? You’re almost there.
Cheering is louder but you don’t dare
Smile until the final mile.
And when you eventually cross the line
You really won’t care about your time
Because nothing there can ever diminish
The fact that Boston you did finish.
Be grateful cause not many can say it
In your mind you’ll want to replay it
Now take that medal and display it.
And after your head is once again clear
You’re compensated with no more to fear
And rehydrated with water and beer
You’re so elated almost in tears
The single thought you now hold dear
Is “When do I qualify for next year.”