I am running again. Since June 24 I have run total of about 12 km. Then last night I ran a 5 km at the Northcote Point pub run. I was only a minute off the pace for my best in recent years. It is surprising how fit 50 – 60 km a week of fast walking has kept me!
I now hereby officially recommend walking as excellent running training. Jack Lovelock (1500 metre Champ at the Berlin Olympics, 1936) did a hell of a lot of walking as part of his training regime.
So to celebrate my return, lets us a sing a hymn! Does anyone know the tune?
Song of the Ungirt Runners
We swing ungirded hips,
And lightened are our eyes,
The rain is on our lips,
We do not run for prize.
We know not whom we trust
Nor whitherward we fare,
But we run because we must
Through the great wide air.
The waters of the seas
Are troubled as by storm.
The tempest strips the trees
And does not leave them warm.
Does the tearing tempest pause?
Do the tree-tops ask it why?
So we run without a cause
'Neath the big bare sky.
The rain is on our lips,
We do not run for prize.
But the storm the water whips
And the wave howls to the skies.
The winds arise and strike it
And scatter it like sand,
And we run because we like it
Through the broad bright land.
Charles Hamilton Sorley
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