28 Nov '15, 2pm

I'm not running Dymchurch Mara tomorrow, so I wrote a poem for those who are:

It’s not due to rain tomorrow, although you should expect a gale, and it’s probably best to cross your fingers you don’t get caught in hail. I’m sure you’ll think I don’t give a fuck when I’m not there to say good luck, it’s just that I’m extremely sad I won’t be getting a goody bag. The medal is so very cool, you’ll all have deffo earnt it, by running in the wind and cold knackered, feeling shit. I hope you like my little poem, it only took a minute. So go and run the race tomorrow, and I’ll stay in the warm, innit.

Full article: http://www.jog-blog.co.uk/2015/11/28/a-poem-for-the-dymch...