(We did it!  To commemorate my 65th birthday, my daughter, the intrepid Samantha Coopey, and I did a marathon on a gym rowing machine on Sunday in aid of The Teenage Cancer Trust.  We've raised just shy of a thousand pounds.  This poem is a re-post of an earlier one I did when I was a spring chicken of 58).

 

We entered for a sponsored run -

Macmillan Cancer Trust;

All four of us determined,

“We'll do it – shit or bust!”.

 

We scheduled for last Sunday

And planned it quite a while;

A 10k run round Sheffield

(That's near enough 6 miles).

 

The team was Richard, Paul and Glen-

The four of us good mates,

But they are nobbut out of school

While I am 58.

 

We all agreed that I instead

Would do mine down the gym

And row, not run, on their machines

(I looked like Fatboy Slim!).

 

Great Success! I can relate;

They ran like lunatics;

It took them 60 minutes to

Complete “The Sheffield Six”.

 

My marathon was not so quick

(I suspect a fix!)

'Cos 4 hours later I had done

A gruelling twenty six.

 

They didn't give much credit

For the work I'd done

All I got by way of thanks,

“You did it on yer bum!”.