Point to the sky feel free / a sea of people all equal / smiles in front and behind me / Swim in the deep blue sea / cornfields sway lazily / All smiles, all easy
Drawing parallels between the running experience and raving in the 1990's: The undulating flow between the meditative and the euphoric over the course of however many hours you are on your feet that day.
I still have nightmares about leading a modest field in Milan for 4.5km before getting smoked by a 15 year called Giacomo in the home straight! Parkrun tourism is a whole different category.
