We gathered at dawn, 65 strong, With hearts full of courage, the road seemed long.
From Jesmond we came, with grit in our stride, For the Great North Run, with Ben as our guide.
The skies opened up, the rain didn’t rest, But spirits stayed high, we gave it our best.
The crowd cheered us on through the stormy grey, Their shouts of support lit the wet, winding way.
Ben led the charge, swift on his feet, The first of our team to conquer the street.
Through puddles and miles, he raced with the best, His pace never faltered, his legs never rest.
Though soaked to the bone, we never did slow, The spirit of Jesmond was ready to show.
From the first to the last, we crossed with pride, Our soggy shoes squishing as we reached the finish side.
The rain might have drenched us, but we wouldn’t fall, The joy of the race, it conquered it all.
We laughed, we cheered, all drenched but elated, A finish line moment that was simply fated.
So here’s to the day we’ll always recall, The Great North Run, where we gave it our all.
Jesmond Joggers, we ran through the rain, And we’ll lace up again for the next great campaign!