The Inkwell

A poem about long distance running, in respect of the Great Manchester Run that took place today

You did the prep before hand

ran miles each day in the park

to take up a personal challenge

sometimes in the dark

ate all the food that the pro’s do

and did your thing in the gym

to make sure you didn’t pull muscles

and the running didn’t seem grim

but imagine your surprise on the race day

the organisers heard of your feats

as you line up with elites and club runners

and you line up alongside stars as a treat

perhaps it could be your status

thats put you at the front of the line

or perhaps its the over-estimation

that you put down as a finishing time