We gather together, a heaving mass
Of people not seen in so many months
As the javelin flies, and the gun
Explodes for the start of the sprint.
We cheer and we clap as a girl
Flying ahead of the rest
With ribbons in her hair
And fluorescent pink shoes
That flash past the crowd
With each kick of her feet.
I went for a little walk with the family today and we made our way over to the athletics track over the road. For just the second time in the two years that we have lived here, I saw that there was a track and field meet taking place.
I have missed seeing all the grass roots sport that really needs to take place for professional sport to have a chance of blossoming. And we actually sat and watched the kids doing a few races, just because it was lovely to see.
It also brought back some beautiful memories of my time racing as a kid. Most of my racing was in a pool but I remember doing a 1500m on that track when I was about thirteen. Just hearing the sounds took me back and it was just what I needed for a lazy Sunday afternoon.