Dublin Marathon 2014

FTC member Maggie Yates traveled to Ireland to run in the Dublin Marathon on October 27, 2014. To commemorate the event, she wrote the following poem.

The Streets of Dublin

Went over to Dublin to do a Big Run
I thought to myself this could be good fun
Others I’ve done have streets that I know
One look at this course and I said Oh No!

This longwinded ditty that you see before you
Will try to describe my feelings so true
As I ran through these streets with steps that had bounce
I ran through these streets whose names I can’t pronounce

(But first a slight pause, for a word I must say.
Regarding the weather in Dublin that day.
Temps in the 60’s, some strong wind for the run,
But no rain drops fell and we even had sun!)

From the start at Fitzwilliam Street Upper
The first 2 miles, 11 streets did cover.
St. Stephen, The Coombs, The Cuffe
Kevin St Upper AND Lower; Enough? Enough!

Then finally at the Quays, here called the “Keys”
We have covered Miles 3 and 4, if you please.
At the Headquarters of Guiness, am I daft?
Stands Bob Yates, Support Team, holding a draught?

Chesterfield Ave takes us into the Park
Phoenix by name, its green fields bring some spark
Here I meet James, a Dublin postman
On his 4th Dublin run, I will chat with him

At the end of the Park near mile 7, by gosh,
Castleknock Road tours a neighborhood quite posh.
Mercedes in driveways of houses quite large
Would the owners not think to build a garage?

College and Tower bring us down to Mile 8
Roads like these are narrow but right straight.
Back into the Park at Knockmaroon Rd.
Now the twisting and curving vary the load.

All green with stone walls and sites of Downtown
Upper Glen Road, Mile 9, carries us all around.
Till we reach Chapelizod, Road and Bridge
Out to the open road with pubs on the edge.

By now James, faster than I, has gone far ahead
But I realize our chatting has lessened the dread.
From then on I babble with each group that I pass
Until a new sidekick joins me, a young Dublin Lass.

Small houses on St. Laurence, Sarsfield and Inchicore
Are named for the Saints and Angels of yore
We go through miles 10 and 11 real flat
I hear my Irish mother saying “That’s that!”

South Circular Road brings us to Bridge Dophin’s Barn
Over the Grand Canal and the middle of this yarn
We have reached 13.1 and reverse of the count
The hard is now over and smiles will mount

Crumlin, Drimagh and Walkintown, mile 15
Parks, shoppes and for sure, more pubs color the scene.
Cromwell’s Fort, Kimage and Fortfield , without trials
Head South to Templelogue and hit 18 miles

Mile 19, onto the Orwells, Road and Park
It’s getting quiet, not a meow nor a bark.
But now we can enjoy this tree lined way
For someone points the right road and saves the day

Then we take Terenure, that is East, not West,
Heading towards 20, towards the end of the quest.
Asking a lady which street we are now taking
Brings a gracious response happy us making

At Milltown, and Clonskeagh we cross a busy street
Lots of cars stop for the runners still on their feet
My grey hair prompts a gent my age to ask
Telling him 30, I quick leave him aghast.

Time to get serious as course signs come down.
At 20 discarded bottles point the road to town
But alas the street sweepers are catching me
So, leap frog we play, the way I still see.

From 21 down Clonskeagh to Roebuck Road
The gracious volunteers still ease the load
More saints’ names and grand schools say “take a rest”
Not I! On to the finish I’ll do my best

Fosters Avenue leads to Mile 23
I see more walkers are ahead of me
Some are friendly; some are not
But talking with them helps a whole lot

Up Stillorgan and then Flyover UCD,
The bridge, for the college kids, but not for me
Staying on Stillorgan I begin to think
Its got to be close, a Power’s I’ll drink!

Up Nutley, on Shelbourne, mile 23 to 25
Hopes of a near finish are still alive.
A young handsome man changes his course
To come with me and get me across.

“But whereto from here? “ I tiredly cry
When at that same moment, in Starbucks, I spy
Volunteers sitting, thinking their day is done,
Yet still eager to show me the way to run.

Left on Haddington, right on Northumberland
At last to the city’s crowded streets I have come.
This Bank Holiday ends with darkening shadows
As, right through my clothes, a chilly breeze blows.

Finally past Mile 26 Mountjoy by name
There’s the finish line, Merrion Square, of great fame.
What do I hear but a sweet rousing loud cheer
Led by Bob Yates; it says there’s naught more to fear!

Tho’ they’re closing the Finish, the Clock is going
And I say to myself “Not a bad showing!”
A volunteer hands a bag of Oreos and snacks
But the Dublin Medal she gives says the best Congrats!

26.2 miles through streets broad and narrow
I swear I saw Molly with her wheelbarrow
But what stays in mind along with these names
Are the wonderful folks who kept me quite sane!

Dr. Seuss might not like this poor edition
But his streets are a work of made up fiction
Now the streets of this city are real and concrete
See for yourself! Run Dublin! A really sweet treat!

M. Yates
Dublin Marathon