Wednesday, 26 January 2011
Where I grew up it is tradition
to give a nod of recognition
to other runners, slow or fast,
as you go gaily cant’ring past.
Where I’m from it's de rigueur
with other runners to concur
that running on mile after mile
is helped by just a little smile.
This tradition should translate,
as you go from place to place,
but what I've found since moving east
is a far, far colder beast.
So aloof, important, busy:
“How dare this woman blonde and dizzy
try to interrupt our morning rush
with that daft grin upon her mush?”
I'm lucky if I get a grimace,
it's like I've tried to lick their face.
At worst, they spit and cough and hack,
as if I've begged a piggy back.
It really, really makes me sad.
What am I doing that's so bad?
But I'll continue with my visage
And try to spread my jolly message.
Jogging, fartlek, sprints, whatever;
No matter how diverse our endeavour,
All I ask is your permission
To nod and say "I know your mission".
With thanks to the one runner (of 11 seen) that nodded back this morning.
You made my day.
Day 26 - Run to work
Distance: 3.90 miles
Av Pace: 12:22 min/mile
Cake rating: 2/5 (1 for each of the smiley runners out this morning)
Day 26 - Cycle commuting
Distance: 3.93 miles
Speed: 8.9 mph
Cumulative Janathising: 111.6 miles running + 110.1 miles cycling + 2.9 miles swimming