The first race was the 6-9 year olds, so Sam & Cara were in this together. Sean ran with Sam. 1400m up Larnaca sea front and back. Cara was over the finish line with some of the first ones.
"Quit, give up, you're beaten!"
Rejuvenates my being.
A child's race, young boys, young men
It wasn't hard to tell.
They all lined up so full of hope
And fathers watched from off the sides
Each cheering for his son,
That he would be the one.
The whistle blew and off they went
And one boy in particular
"My Dad will be so proud!"
But as he speeded down the field
Trying hard to catch himself
He fell flat on his face.
He couldn't win it now ...
But as he fell his Dad stood up
He quickly rose, no damage done,
He wished that he had quit before
Exerting everything he had
Defeat! He lay there silently
"I've lost so what's the use?" He thought
"Get up" an echo sounded low
"With borrowed will, Get up" It said,
So up he rose to run once more
So far behind the others now
Three times he'd fallen stumbling
They cheered the winning runner
But when the fallen youngster
And even though he came in last
And to his Dad he sadly said,
And now when things seem dark and hard
For all of life is like that race
"Quit, Give up, You're beaten."
by Dee Groberg