THE MORNING AFTER THE MMTR

Three runners hard core
Slipped out the door.
Toothy were their smiles.
Fifty were their miles
The day before.

For running equipped
Since no day can be skipped,
Well before daylight
They carried a flashlight,
And nobody tripped.

Stiffer than boards,
They thought of the rewards
To folks who are, you might say,
As crazy as they
That fitness affords.

According to intent,
Six miles they all went
Ere coffee they sipped,
Syrup on waffles they dripped,
And two drove home hell-bent.

You could call them hardy men,
For that they were back then.
And all their buddies knew it.
If any three could do it,
They were Bernie, Dick and Ken.