Trot, trot, slap, slap, trot, trot, slap, slap br lone highway, it is hot br and lots of inner strength on tap br a marathon it's not. br br Those training runs I used to do br in early morning cool br and never wear a single shoe br some neighbours call me fool. br br Thick fog one day. I could not see br the houses as I passed br my energy was running free br inside, though, I was gassed. br br That barbecue with chilli beans br and Weihenstephan beer br had given me (through carbs) the means br to run in seventh gear. br br But, beans explode and leave behind br the puff of fifty dragons br on contact insects do go blind br the sound is like Volkswagens. br br In front of a most stately home br a thunderbolt shot out br it scared a handsome garden gnome br and there she stood, a Kraut! br br 'Zo, doo yoo ssink it helps yoo runn br much faaster ssroo ze bresher? ' br 'Oh no', I said it is pure fun br and after I feel fresher.' br br She nodded then, as if to think br when, once again, it blew br I gave a small but playful wink br as if I had a clou. br br A cloud had formed around the place br I made my get-away br a crimson red was on my face br I could no longer stay.