It’s time to get up early again
Today’s the day I run The Tough Ten
As my Dad’s knuckles rap on my door
My knees wonder why don’t I play on the xbox anymore?
To end up at the start
I must have received a sharp blow to the head
My feet are wondering whether
I can sneak back off to bed
But it’s too late the race has started
And with it all my common sense has departed
I’m running up a steep Carleton hill
I remind myself I’m doing this for a “thrill”
I see face after face shooting past
And all I can think is you’re three times my age
How can you be running so fast?
After about 80 minutes it’s the end of the race
And I’m left with a T-Shirt and red face
And other parts to match
I say goodbye and wish everyone well
At least I’ve got another running story to tell
As I walk home
I think of what I will be like in years to come
When some young whippersnapper is shouting
“C’mon Grandad get your finger out your bum!”
I’ll look down and at my withered, old knee
And think
Thank God for those fun filled weekends
With Skipton A.C
© Joe Morgan 2011
