Wednesday, 3 December 2008

Going the Distance

Apparently, it's as bad to do 150m too much as doing 150 too little. We're enduros, we're meant to go the distance, and some!

Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags goes up,
Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup.

They deftly manouver and muscle for rank,
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank,
Wreckless and wild they pour thru the turns,
Their prowess is potent and secretly stern.

As they speed thru the finish the flags go down.
The fans get up, and get out of town.
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can

The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup,
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns,
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone, all alone in her time of need.

Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's going the distance.

Going the Distance - Cake

I also discovered last night it's possible to piss yourself laughing when at 90% throttle, thanks to the rowdy chorus on the fence who helped me through my final half lap of the second effort. :-D


Anonymous said...

Ooo I love that song... never applied it to track before, but so relevant!!!


Lawrence said...

er... yes.....