Attack And Receive

A slope they called it
But they weren't running were they.
On and on
Up and up

The last water gone
Like legs
with nothing left
except blisters, cramp,
tiredness beyond enduring

inch by inch
lamp post by lamp post
until the road levelled
and a sea breeze
cheered as beautifully as the crowd.

So I attacked
with all my 'I can do this'
as the line began to call
and I received a medal

The Great North Run
To die for …......