The Marathon Rap by Chris Bott

London 26.2

Red Wave Nine

Quick check of the time

Porta loo queue

Dodge the stink and spew

Head to the start

Feel my racing heart

Tell my mind to calm

Don’t raise the alarm

You’ve got this Chris

No chance you’ll miss

Crossin’ that line

Don’t sweat the time

Out on the street

Pounding feet

Crowds are loud

We’ll make them proud

Cutty Sark, Tower Bridge

A man running with a Fridge

Keep it cool, Keep in check

Can’t be running like a wreck

17.5, My Family –I’ll survive

Go over give em a High Five

Miss my boys -where are they?

Feeling gutted the rest of the way

Pick it up Chris

No chance you’ll miss

Crossin’ that line

Don’t sweat the time

‘Super strong, amazing effort’

The crowd pull me through the hurt

This race ain’t gonnabe cruel

I just need to get some fuel

I see Paul at Big Ben

Find my little zone again

Chin up, knees up, arms pump to the end

I just ran a Marathon my Friend.

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