Tune up!
Whoa!
I’m depicting Vasaloppet, race I will endure, one of many others, on Sunday. Anyone that can put the notes to this diddy?
Are we close? (to Mora), God, are we so far, 90 km is a long stretch, no matter who you are. Fore ever you will wonder if you choose riiiiiight (glider or kick-wax), but now getting to Mora it’s all that matters.
Never wore myself out this way, my back is aching, I’m only half-way. Water, water, god water I say, light before my eyes flutteeeers.
Winter passed, I got no flu, surrounded by colleagues running noses and blod-shutt eyes, ew (stay away). Office-life made me weak, need to rise a neeeeew, getting to Mora is all that matters.
I’m in pain, others are too. No, no, we hate fresh snooow. But on we goooo…
Never wore myself out this way, my back is aching, I’m only half-way. Watter, watter, god watter I say, light before my eyes flutteeeers.
I’m in pain, others are too. No, no, we hate fresh snooow. But on we goooo…
Winter passed, I got no flue, surrounded by colegues running noses and blood-shutt eyes, ew (stay away). Office-life made me weak, need to rise a neeeeew, getting to Mora is all that matters.
Double-poling, not gettn’ away. People cursing loud, I hear them say. Fukkn hate you, fukkn hate you, fukkn hate youuu. God, please melt all this snow! Yet on we all goooo…
Are we close? (to Mora), God, are we so far, 90 km is a long stretch, no matter who you are. Fore ever you will wonder if you choose riiiiiight (glider or kick-wax), but now getting to Mora it’s all that matters.