It was 1980 something and the gun shoots

runners off

one step two step

running with the stride like no other

it passes quickly the 10k mark

my mind is daft

my body chaffed and burnt

at 13 miles, I get a second wind

I am indulging in what I do

fatigue is not an option

20th mile I’m sore and wreaked

with my conscience, I endure

question myself and wonder why I am here

remember the miles, sweat and blisters

finally, I can see the crowds and finish

I cross the line and collapsed

a journey of endless proportions

in a few hours, I’m planning another

the addition has started

twenty-six miles 365 yards

that’s me sorted

my time here is done