Old and slow but not a goner,
I do my jogging as a loner.
(To jog, I don't join others.
Can't keep up, so why bother?)
But I am, for sure, a honer.
And, running friends, beware.
I just might tortoise your hare
If the run goes as far
As does the MMTR.
I hope to see you there.
Eleven and fifty-nine
Will suit me just fine.
Diligently I'll pursue it.
Just maybe I can do it
If no injuries undermine.
If I finish that one, baby,
'Twill be a miracle maybe.
But 'twill be no accident
Considering the training spent
And that I am nowhere flabby.
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