The Joy of an Evening Race
A poem by Jenny Russell
Hidden in the mellay of the day to day
The evening fell race is a a joy I’d say
They don’t boast great distance, height gains or crowds
Just fell running traditions of which I am proud.
Not needing reccies, tapers of training plans
Just routes out on the hills of which we are fans
For they are what fell running is
A low key event costing a couple of quid.
If the weathers fair needing minimal kit
A mid week outing to get our fell racing hit.
Get changed in the car, a dash to the start
A quick chat with friends before we depart
A local route, a local race
Everyone trying to improve their pace
Some fast some slow
If they measured enjoyment, all winners you know.
A duel between you and the runner in front
Please hope it’s not me that’s starting to grunt.
Followed by a pint or maybe some cake
Analysis of the best lines to take
Talk of the next run – a big outing is planned
But for now, this evening has just been grand.