Posted Friday December 30
Hurtle down a lane, splash through a ford, leap a fence, bolt across a field, zig-zag through a copse, down a grassy bank, waste-deep across a stream, climb up a rock, slide down a rock, and...stop.
Bend over, catch breath. Look behind, no one in sight. I’m well ahead. Great! Go go go...!
Up the footpath...err no, down the footpath and over a fence...where is the fence? Turn around, there’s a fence. Cross a bridge. Trip, fall, get up, run.
Go around a lake...where’s the lake? About turn, there's a pond, that must be it. Run run run ...stop.
Go around a lake...where’s the lake? About turn, there's a pond, that must be it. Run run run ...stop.
Look to the left, look to the right. Up, down, all around. Still well ahead.
There’s a pub. We are ending the race at a pub, That must be it. One final dash...
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In a village pub, nineteen exhausted runners are relaxing with a well-deserved beer or two.
Meanwhile, in another pub several miles away one smug runner is supping a celebratory pint.
'The others must still be running' he thinks. 'I'm well ahead. I've won!'
'The others must still be running' he thinks. 'I'm well ahead. I've won!'
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Sadly, I think he will be quite disappointed when the final results come in. Ther is a strong parallel to life here 😳
ReplyDeleteWell spotted - I almost called it The Story of my Life!
DeleteI always thought running as part of a pack was slightly over-rated.. a pint enjoyed at the finish line of our own race sounds pretty good - happy new year to you Keith
ReplyDeleteMe too Jae! Happy New Year
DeleteA thousand years ago I used to do cross country running. Most of the courses I ran never had a pub in sight; clearly you set a bad example!
ReplyDeleteI last did it when I was in the school team! Hated it, but I did know a few short cuts!
DeleteI might actually consider running a race if it ended in a pub. ~grin~ Fun tale!
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