Over the past few years I've written a series of poems about running in general, marathon running, and about the New York City Marathon. Some come to me while running and some are triggered by a post or comment on the many running groups I belong to on Facebook. I’ve received many nice comments and lots of likes and shares. Here is the first one that I wrote. It's been the most popular. Some readers have told me that they enlarged and printed it and hung it on their wall. It speaks to that inner voice of doubt, the voice that tells us we can't. Why run a marathon? It's a difficult question to answer or describe. I wrote this one to try to answer the question. Everyone has their own reason. For some it's the competition against others or for a PR. For me it's the competition against that voice of doubt. Here is something that came to me after reading about the elite runners who start in the early waves. Every marathon has it's group of elite runners. They...