Long Eaton ParkRun 7 October
Autumn Gold
As golden leaves begin to slowly fall,
the runners stretch and bend,
With thoughts of sizzling bacon cobs awaiting at the end.
In lurid technicolor the people come to run
Excited chatter fills the air in the bright October sun
Elites are bouncing, anticipating, the reward from all their training
Whilst hounds are yelping, happily; leashes all a’straining
Muscles tense as runners wait,
their fingers poised on Garmin
Mums encourage one another,
while babies are alarming
Clock strikes 9 and off they go,
a blur of Lycra neon
I shout aloud amongst the crowd
and cheer the number 3 on
At halfway mark the cowbell clangs inspiring weary faces
Applause and cheers are not reserved, we’re there for all the paces
First across the bridge appears,
exerting power and energy
His focused eyes unwavering,
his driving stride in synergy
Sprinting to the finish line,
he crosses at a canter
Whilst others chase his rapid pace
to cries of friendly banter
Pacers drag a following of eager PB chasers
25 or 45, result brings happy racers
A hiccup in the funnel, runner fails to take a token
Sync is out but never fear, we’ll fix what has been broken
Tail Walkers arrive at last, position 407
Selfies snapped commemorate, they’re all in 7th Heaven
But now the work must really start
To scan, reorder tokens
Upload the stats to state the facts
For the runners who’ve awoken
And braved the chilly morning
To release their own potential
Syncing all the finish times is totally essential
Email tells your time and pace
And urges you to better
Even more determined now
To be a PB getter!
But whether running in a crowd
Or striving on your own
You’ve exceeded the achievements
Of the folks who stayed at home!