Our fab virtual London Marathon runner Hayley Richley wrote this brilliant poem about her experiences running the marathon. We have a small amount of spaces left, so if you’d like a space, please email email@example.com
On a morning in October
In twenty twenty-one
A nervous mum, set off from home
With family, friend and son.
After months of diligent training
Through sun and wind and rain
The day had come, the time to run
For miles…and miles again.
Around the houses chatting
Setting pace and finding stride
With six miles done, a crowd had come
And more to join the ride.
With coastal views, a downhill stretch
A chance to rehydrate
To sunny sands and harbour arm
On time and not too late.
Passing fellow runners on the prom
With waves and nods and smiles
And ten miles in, a little grin
For ticking off the miles.
Drops of rain and a gentle breeze
Refreshing and enjoyed
Thirteen point one, half now done
Breathing focus now employed.
To Hythe and back, a flat, straight route
Supporters here and there
Some gels and drink, a chance to think
Sweat dripping from her hair.
On the final loop, the wind picked up
A shield of men was made
The final four, and a little bit more
Friends coming to her aid
One last gel to fuel the finish
And Amber by her side
The end in sight, she felt alright
And made her final stride
Across the line, with cheers and smiles
Great time and not too wrecked
Marathon mum, her goal was done
With thousands raised for CHECT!
By Hayley Richley