The 10k Run - Poem by Angela Wybrow
I'm stood at the start of my first 10k run,
Waiting for the sound of the starting gun.
BANG! And I'm off like a flying shot.
I'm going to give this all that I've got.
I soon fall into a comfortable, steady pace.
I'm not aiming for anything like first place,
But I still want to achieve a decent time,
When I finally cross the finishing line.
I'm jogging along and doing just fine,
Until we reach a very slight incline.
Running up even this fairly small hill,
Uses just about every ounce of my will.
But soon, we're back to the flat,
And I think 'Thank goodness for that! '
I grab a cup from the water station,
Then plod on with grim determination.
Thousands of rhythmic feet
Continue pounding the streets.
I keep pressing on and on and on,
And soon five miles have gone.
By this point, some people are starting to tire,
While others have as much energyl as a live wire.
I'm really hot and have broken into quite a sweat,
But there's no way I'm intending to give up yet.
The crowds along the route clap and cheer.
With every footstep, the finish draws near.
I punch the air as I finally cross the line,
And am pleased to see I beat my target time.
I'm thrilled with the time that I've achieved,
But that it's all over, I admit to being relieved.
My body feels like a mental and physical wreck,
As an official places a shiny medal round my neck
It was hard going out there today,
But it was also really great fun.
So soon I'll be back in training
For my next 10k run!
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