I’ll see you in the gloom,
before there is enough light.
I wouldn’t be here without a commit
becuause it’s raining out,
and it will be very hard.
I hope this is over fast.

The warm up goes too fast—
I’m fully feeling the gloom.
Waking up this early is hard.
If only there was some light.
I know it’s too late to bow out;
there’s no option, I must commit.

It’s better once I’ve commited.
The mosey is never that fast,
and my breath is good, not out.
I don’t feel as much the gloom,
even though there’s still no light.
I can do this, even if it’s hard.

I was right that this would be hard.
In each exercise, I try to commit—
I wish I was thirty pounds lighter,
then I’d be able to run fast.
I guess that’s why I’m here in the gloom,
showing up for this workout.

We line up and from the field head out.
The mosey back to the flag isn’t hard,
and in my head, there is no gloom.
From the guys around, I borrow commitment,
even if I’m slow and others are faster.
On the horizon, I can just see a light.

We end with an encouragmenent to be a light,
shining on others as we go out
into our lives, where things happen fast
and where circumstances can be hard.
But if we do the hard things and commit,
We can push back the world’s gloom.

While there’s still gloom, on the horizon is more light.
Trucks pull out, on their way to get coffee fast.
We’ll see each other tomorrow. That’s a hard commit.