Too Many Devils

There are lots of times where you question your will and things feel like they are going wrong when doing the Spine Race. It's just so damn long. You end up lowering yourself into the hurt locker and accepting the discomfort from then on, but it's so hard to get to the that point, and for me, it happens quite early. 

I hate this race. I love this race.

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Too Many Devils

That time, that place

Where this can be no other race

Enough has been endured so far

The surface, barely scratched

 

This is the Spine alright

Somewhere on that second night

Halfway, marathons distant

Yetholm a world away

 

Miles done in the dozens

Yet the maths says this is early 

The legs would beg to differ

The mind especially so

 

It’s the perfect time for quitting

Aches turning into fear

With too many devils advocating

Anywhere’s better than here

 

It’s a dangerous time

Niggles nurturing the doubts

How can I be moving north

When things are plainly going south..?

 

But where would you rather be?

Watching the dots still left?

Repenting at your leisure

A hasty, hated DNF?

 

With this thought, the pact is sealed

The Spine now can be won

Relentless forward motion

When other races would be done

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