‘Twas the morning before Christmas and all through the town

Everyone was hustling – but wearing a frown

 

The shopping malls packed to the gills and much more

Stress built by the moment – and store by store

 

But our schedule was set – it was Tempo day you see

Harriman Park was calling – Mr. Wilmot, Sims and me

 

We arrived just like normal – some chatter here and there

And prepared our aging bodies to make the most of the fare

 

Then what to my wondering eyes did appear

But 9 other runners – all set in their gear

 

There was Hamilton, getting on track for St. George

With Nugent and Roseman leading the charge

 

Kirschner was ready, staking his claim

Wayde, Mann and Binder, making their name

 

Spence made it look easy – holding his pace

New Ironman Santos, re-building his base

 

Someone said “go” and we all shot away

Neglecting the same advice, we gave everyday

 

Lap after lap and then another to boot

Pushing ourselves further – man, what a hoot!

 

The culture says “rest – take it easy, you know?”

But this group knows better – there’s only one way to go

 

They’re all seen as crazy, a little “out there”

But these guys – they’re driven – competitors beware!

 

And as we all drove away, we’d again opened the door

The Iron on iron – made us stronger once more