This dreaded alarm is not my friend
It’s five AM, it’s time to wend….
….my way once more. And so I lend….
….my body and my soul

10,000 metres every morn
Tis my event, no time to yawn
Down to the track, foregone, forlorn
Three years until the games


Keep on Running

6.2 miles – 25 laps
Can I win gold ? well, yes, perhaps
No problems yet – no real mishaps
I’m focused all the way

The world record I’d love to beat….
….is 27 minutes – wouldn’t that be neat
Whatever happens, I won’t cheat
No way man, I’m no doper

I meet my coach and let him tell….
….his wisdom, and I listen well
Could lead me to the victory bell
Might make all the difference

I can’t afford to stare and stand
I’m signed up to this merry band
Dreaming of gold and glory grand
Three years until Rio


Keep on running

No alcohol, just early nights
At ten o’clock, out go the lights
I have to keep such healthy heights
And watch each calorie

It’s January and freezing cold
‘You must be mad,’ I have been told
That’s true, but I must join the fold….
….of athletes on that plane

And so this penance I must pay
I am driven yes, every day
I ache and sweat and push away
I must be on that plane

I love to run, I love my sport
I must be fast, must not be caught
Fleet of foot and swift in thought
To reach my Rio summit


Keep on Running

Two years to go, I’m having trouble
Missing training, burst my bubble
Can’t be asked, I’m in double – trouble
Disillusioned me

I wave my coach a quick goodbye
Change of direction. Why oh why….
….discipline myself. I need to try….
….and enjoy my life for once

There must be better ways to live
I never take I always give
Deny my body, what a div
I need to get a life

So, I got that life and off I shot
Went down the pub and had me tot
Had me Guinness, stopped the rot
Started to enjoy

Had lots of chicken vindaloo
KFC McDonald’s too
Spent many hours sitting on the ___
You know what I mean

Throwing parties, throwing up
Head floats off with every sup
Never thought to have a cup….
…of good old P G Tips

I swapped me spikes for other things
Party times with late evenings
Hangovers and late mornings
Different type of life

One day I stared into my eyes
Of course the mirror never lies
This wasn’t me but some disguise
‘Please start again’ my body cries
I need to stop and apologize

I need someone here to advise
I need to stop and exercise
Get back on track and stabilize
Get back on track….get back on track
Get back on track…………………

So it’s one year before that plane
And I’ve set my alarm again
Back on that track in wind and rain
So much to catch up on

I beg my coach to understand
‘Forgive, come back and hold my hand
Give me your time and I will land….
….up with a ribbon round my neck’


Keep on Running

I hurt so, but my times are good
I’ve caught up as best I could
Shame my head was made of wood
When I lost those months

But listen now, I’ve qualified
I’m at the Games, how time has flied
All the pain I’ve set aside
My goal has part being reached

All the rough tough years of training
All the times my legs were paining
All the mornings it was raining
When my spirits started waning
It was me who did the gaining

So now I set off – can’t believe
With all that training up my sleeve
25 times, I’m off to weave
Around this tortured track

So if I win or if I fail
I’ve learnt for sure what will prevail
There’s no substitute for my cocktail….
…of hard work and preparation


Keep on Running