Friday, July 20, 2012

Hill Repeats

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more.
When awesome ascent meets feet,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit to his full height.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot.
On, on, you noblest runners.

Shakespeare is rolling over in his grave.

1 comment:

  1. while running hill repeats, I never think of anything that eloquent. The words that usually pop into my mind would make most people blush...

    btw, I "tagged" you on my (shiny new!) blog. :)