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The long and level sands
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A Race of Some Fame

Posted by Peter Liptak in Poems, My Travels, A Sporting Chance

Based on that song of No Name

Racing the Planet - Sahara

Racing the Planet - Sahara 2008

On the first part of my journey,
I was focused on the road ahead,
I dove down the dune and shot for the moon
I ran until I was red
The first thing I saw made me stumble in awe
And the sky was cloudless above
The heat was hot and the sand was soft
By the end of the day I was dead.

I’ve been through the desert on a race of some fame
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert, you can run for your name
Cause there aint no one to tell you you’re insane
La, la, la, la-la-la-la, la, la, la, la

After two days in the desert sun,
My skin began to turn red
After three days of the desert run,
The heat it got to my head
The story is told of a man so bold
To see how far he could tread
He stepped through the heat that blistered his feet
And all his clothes he then shed…

I’ve been through the desert on a race of some fame
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert, you can run for your name
Cause there aint no one to tell you you’re insane
La, la, la, la-la-la-la, la, la, la, la

After seven days in the desert sun,
My legs they ceased to run
I started to slow and came to know
That the something had changed in me
Through hot rays, and hard days
There had been highs and lows
But as the story goes
My journey had come to a close

I’ve been through the desert on a race of some fame
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert, you can run for your name
Cause there aint no one to tell you you’re insane
La, la, la, la-la-la-la, la, la, la, la

Colored line drawing of a goalkeeper leaping toward an arcing football
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Hero

Posted by Peter Liptak in Poems, A Sporting Chance, Children's

you hear nothing
but your beating heart
and the swish of air
the ball arcs
you leap…
and the crowd roars!

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    Zen and the bicycle

    Posted by Peter Liptak in Poems, My Travels, A Sporting Chance, Quotes

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      The Bikram Pose
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      'twas brillig there in Bikram land

      Posted by Peter Liptak in A Sporting Chance

      Hot and humid, I manned the mat,
      streached and strung -- out like a band,
      wrecked with the wet of overwhelmed glands and that
      constant voice of calm command.
      Droning, intoning a vicious chant of
      "Lock the knees, Lock the knees, Lock the knees."

      Oh, please, the window... the breeze!
      Have you have borne it, foot in hand,
      grabbed your elbows opposite,
      squeezed the knees and wheezed?