Originally Posted by
Old Whippet
Evening all
this mornings running report......
Had a little stomp around the house
My climbing trip scuppered by spouse
Set off on a run to collect the car
That was parked outside a city bar.
Setting off at a canny pace
Saw a stiffed legged badger with a grimacing face.
Heading out of this valley of mine
Arrived at the place where Derwent meets Tyne.
Over Scotswood bridge with a steady gait
Watched some rowers – a cox plus eight.
Onto to Scotswood Road, ‘gannin along’
The opposite way to the famous song.
Passing by Armstrong-Vickers
And trees festooned with witches knickers.
Turned my ipod up to drown the sound
Of cars and lorries all around.
Underworld and Finlay Quaye
Keeping me company along the way.
A seven mile run instead of a climb
And in my head composing this rhyme.
A pace of 7:40 seemed quite frisky
Taking into account last night’s whisky
Tomorrow morning, all being well
I’ll forget the road and stick to fell.