Some recognition of the work that goes on behind the scenes to make a hill race happen. Last year’s Slioch Horseshoe features in the latest edition of The Fellrunner. One of many great photos documenting the race by Phil Hindell.
generosity
The loneliness of the long distance volunteer
It’s the same old faces at all the races
scribbling and scratching and watching
over their wards, who threaten to reciprocate
over cake and lashings of tea.
But those older, bolder and increasingly colder
guardians and shit-givers are left standing,
demanding aid whilst the promises fade
and a word of thanks remains a word.
A world of difference between doing and doing
but in the long run the sacrifice does not come
from those who toe the line and post a time
but those that would, and could, “but…”
It’s the same old faces at all the races
scribbling and scratching and watching
over their wards, who threaten to reciprocate
over cake and lashings of tea.
The time to accept
There are harsh realities. I have to accept that my running is a selfish thing. From training to racing, it is entirely dependent on the acceptance, goodwill and generosity of others; family, friends, strangers. When we talk about commitment and sacrifice the greatest is usually demonstrated by those who support our endeavours. If we value our freedom to run and race we ignore this fact at our peril. It is worth considering how we repay such gifts.
the jericho roads 