It was a total of 22 but 25 was fixed in her head
Of which 12 was fast which they broke up
As 5 out to Worli and 6 back to the start.
When the end of 10 approached,
They realised 2 more left
Imagine their horror when the finish line
Just slid ahead by a full kilometre.
Following that were 2 hill repeats.
Which Boy 1 flew up over
Boy 2, the stronger one, stayed by her side,
As slow death found her.
In this brain dead state they counted the miles
Which just didn’t add up.
Oh forget it they said,
Let’s just finish the rest, with whatever strength we have left.
18.5 was done and they settled for 21,
25 for sure was not happening that day!
So off they went, out for 1.5 km
And dawdled back for most of the rest.
In the last part, something snapped in her
And she just went for it.
She picked up her knees and pumped her arms,
Ran, like she had never run before!
Finish the damn thing and be done with it, she thought.
Boy 1 who sprinted up the hill, the one who had whined the most,
Saw her zoom off and could not bear the sight
Of her leading the way.
He found some superhuman strength and reached beside her,
Surprised as she was, to see him there.
He pushed it and she did not let go,
And they both dropped to their knees together
At the end of what became a 400m race
At the end
Of 21 long kilometres.