8 seconds shy……..

a lot, a lot
of dust has gathered
and it will take some time to disperse


get orf my shades sall – courtesy of mr langley of course

before leaving sheffield yesterday
to return, london bound
i was pressed to remind myself that
i’ve lived in london for the past
18 years
so deep had the currents of connection
swelled back in sheffield
a trauma inflicted
ones heart and senses skewed

and now, by the simple reaquaintance of 8 miles run
around serpentine, hyde park and kensington gardens
i know why it is here, london
where i am

but to be so swept up
swept along in the swell
of sheffield’s tides
helped glean
perspectives, that the daily can sometimes
just forget
taken for granted

the half
the yorkshire half marathon
the ‘sheffield ‘alf’
was always going to be a pivitol race
in this years calander
it was in its own way
my pilgrimage
back to running youth

it didn’t disappoint
surpassing expecatations
evoking, prodding
many motivations
of which, a gathering

there were to be many reasons
to record each and every stride

the start, and the gates of arundle

i know (knew) these roads so well
i had never expected the public face of sheffield
to be so evident, so generous of spirit
five miles of continual ups
more reminicent of le tour
hungry crowds willing
‘stay the pace’

out onto sheephill
over the brow
it was time to stretch into reserve
and flow
and flow i did
with keith and sally
joe and maisie
and of course
mr dore moor himself, geoffrey
all singing each and every stride along


as caught by the one and only – mr dore moor – en route dore of course

wear a watch, i do
but rarely do
i take view
i never really considered a pb
on this of all courses
and had i known
i would be, just eight seconds shy
i would not have upped the game
upped the pace
because shy of eight
in those currents
of swirls
and eddies
had ‘t sheffield ‘alf
in tune
in motion,  full of

an emotional

when all settles
settles all

oh sheffield my


~ by lloydsloops on April 12, 2017.

2 Responses to “8 seconds shy……..”

  1. Another Gem, sadly could not join in, but eldest Son, not born in Sheffield, but parents both of steel City, grappled his first ‘alf’ and just a few seconds shy of you at 1.33 drawn to tread where his father failed.
    A ghost for me yet to lay to rest, for I must make that return as you.
    Great run, great words, great cities both your old and new.

  2. Ian – humbled by your response – well done sonny son – a job very well done – a beautiful course – and I’m sure his times to embarrass you and i both in time – brilliant!

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