I ran into the stadium, and heard the mighty roar,

the crowd was on its feet and going wild,

no sign of all the field, they were a mile behind or more,

I looked into the audience and smiled.

I ran the final lap and saw those five Olympic rings,

the flame was burning brightly in the sky,

the track was like a cloud, it felt as though I ran on wings,

the people cheered as I went running by.

I turned the final corner, one last straight to win the gold,

the finish line a hundred yards away,

right from the start I’d grabbed the lead, and kept a stranglehold,

the others couldn’t catch me – not today.

The Marathon – a test of athlete’s tolerance to pain,

so many hours of torture now were past,

I’d buried all the hurt down somewhere deep inside in my brain,

and now I’d reap my just rewards at last.

I broke the tape, the world went mad, I couldn’t hear a thing,

the cheering washed across me like a sea,

I’d done what I set out to do: a winner in Beijing,

the referee was beckoning to me.

He shook my hand and said: “I know this may sound rather mean,

the field and you was just like cheese and chalk,

if only you had looked behind, perhaps you may have seen:

this was the Forty Kilometre WALK!”

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