Ode to “The Face”, by Cath Hall, race # 5676, finish time 11hrs01min
Twas the night before North Face, when all through the house;
Not a creature was sleeping, not even the mouse. (*1)
My race pack was sitting, right beside the front door,
To make sure I remembered it; since my memory is poor!
The morning came quickly, with coffee and food;
And I recalled Tom’s warning, about having poo’ed. (*2)
I was there in Group 4, aiming for steady – but slow.
I had all the right gear; but was it all show and no go?
The pace was quite calm; we ran happy and light.
I tried to be strong, chanting “relax, you’ll be right!”
We went up, we went down; views were great – what a blast!
We went over and around, and HELL YEAH! I wasn’t last!
The checkpoints came quickly, with cheers from the vollies;
Piles of chips and a loo – and a GIANT box of lollies.
I ran when I could, but mostly I walked;
I saw people I’d seen, and made friends as we talked.
The track took us down; down down to the creek;
Then up up and away, up up up up up … eek!
Through a calm grassy glen, the finish within reach;
‘Till I looked at my legs, and found ….. *gasp* a leech!! (*3)
The darkness came quickly, through the forest I blundered;
More people ran past me, fast to finish the hundred.
Forest trails were a treat, creek crossings so nifty;
But my legs were like jelly – and I was just doing the fifty!
The Furbers approached, and I summoned my mettle;
Step by step I ascended – lights like breadcrumbs to my Gretel.
Finish line! Yay! Round the corner I sprint!
It’s over! I say – ‘till next year……… hint hint.
Is it fun? Yes it is! It’s the float for my boat;
There’s some that don’t get it, but that don’t get my goat.
We live and we love, we feel pain – most won’t win it.
But the road less travelled is TRAIL, so c’mon y’all, GET ON IN IT!!
(*1) Might have been a possum. Or even a rat. But it stayed in the ceiling.
(*2) Tom is the Race Director, who spends an inordinate amount of time talking about competitors wee’s and poo’s – owing to the fact we were racing in a World Heritage Area.
(*3) Might actually have been a slug. But it was getting dark. It was black, slimy, had no legs, and was on MY leg. I wasn’t about to give it a physical exam.
And for next year – a lightweight North Face fleece for mandatory gear