A POEM INSPIRED BY RUNNING 50 MILES
Oh, and wind. They lashed like a flicked school tie
But only for two hours. Or so. then warm.
Layers. Part of the battle is layers.
Get them right and at the right time
you can enjoy:
Rolling seas on rocks, wetting soft sand, greasing
pebbles. Tumbling cliffs and shifting dunes
giving shelter then not. On legs
tired after one, ten, twenty, plenty miles.
Pained joints from furry friends holes
like the wind, make the eyes stream
Then friends, and strangers alike. And
the most loved ones bring relief.
And bring Maltesers, as twenty, thirty, forty,
naughty miles make seizing joints.
Yet somehow strong, somehow this is where
I belong. Amongst the sea and rocks and sand.
Amongst the friends and fellow combatants.
Amongst the horses, the cakes, the finishing tape
Amongst the mud, the darkness inside is lifted
by one mercifully cheerful and wonderfully gifted
with only my half years.
And the final dunes and the gate where it all began
Is yards from where I stop, tears of joy
as into the arms of my world I fall.
Finally. I can.
I also wrote a blog about this incredible day HERE