19032 – A Tribute

Get going. Get up and walk if you have to but finish the damned race. – Ron Hill

Between 20 December 1964 and 30 January 2017, legendary British runner Ron Hill ran at least 1 mile everyday. That’s a total of 52 years and 39 days, or 19,032 days of running.

19032 – A Tribute

To rise

From adversity

From disappointment

From a quiet northern town

And to keep rising

For 19032 days.

And in those 19032 days

To run his way

From cinder tracks and starting blocks

Into the hearts of thousands.

To take his place

In history. In legend.

In the story that started

On the road

To Athens from Marathon.

To run

To run and to

Keep on running.

For 19032 days

Until he became

As much a part of those streets

As the ground beneath him

Until they named streets after him.

Solid and dependable.

Steady as the beat

Of his pounding feet.

Of those northern soles.

And his northern soul

Would never tire of running.

Not for 19032 days.

To run

And to rise

And in 19032 days

To carve out a path

That thousands would follow.

To inspire a nation

A pioneer

A Boston winner

The original ‘run streaker’

Come rain, or shine,

Or broken bones.

And for 19032 days

He never wavered

Dedicated to the last

Dr Ron Hill.

                        Meg Powell 

Get going. Get up and walk if you have to but finish the damned race. – Ron Hill

Between 20 December 1964 and 30 January 2017, legendary British runner Ron Hill ran at least 1 mile everyday. That’s a total of 52 years and 39 days, or 19,032 days of running.

19032 – A Tribute

To rise

From adversity

From disappointment

From a quiet northern town

And to keep rising

For 19032 days.

And in those 19032 days

To run his way

From cinder tracks and starting blocks

Into the hearts of thousands.

To take his place

In history. In legend.

In the story that started

On the road

To Athens from Marathon.

To run

To run and to

Keep on running.

For 19032 days

Until he became

As much a part of those streets

As the ground beneath him

Until they named streets after him.

Solid and dependable.

Steady as the beat

Of his pounding feet.

Of those northern soles.

And his northern soul

Would never tire of running.

Not for 19032 days.

To run

And to rise

And in 19032 days

To carve out a path

That thousands would follow.

To inspire a nation

A pioneer

A Boston winner

The original ‘run streaker’

Come rain, or shine,

Or broken bones.

And for 19032 days

He never wavered

Dedicated to the last

Dr Ron Hill.

                        Meg Powell