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This song largely wrote itself yesterday while I plodded through the North Country Half. I hiked a Sweetgum just before sunset today to end my 2025 Challenge. The lyrics don’t necessarily reflect my feelings about the course or the 1600.
“Harry’s Farm”
Words by P. Kresock, music by Bob Dylan
I ain’t gonna run on Harry’s farm no more
No I ain’t gonna run on Harry’s farm no more
I go up West Hill in the morning and try to run it fast
But polyurethane and rubber are easier than grass
It does nuthin’ to improve my age grade score
No I ain’t gonna run on Harry’s farm no more
I ain’t gonna run by Harry’s sweetgum no more
No I ain’t gonna run by Harry’s sweetgum no more
It’s a sweltering inferno, the sun a-blazin’ down,
You search for spots of shade, there ain’t none around
Pace feels sub six, watch reads seven twenty-four
No I ain’t gonna run by Harry’s sweetgum no more
[harmonica break followed by guitar solo]
I ain’t gonna log a sixteen hundred no more
No I ain’t gonna log a sixteen hundred no more
Track or trail or ship deck, it’s just repeating circles
Brain is numb and thoughts are null, I’m seein’ blue and purple
They say “sing while you slog” and I just get bored
I ain’t gonna log a sixteen hundred no more
I ain’t gonna run on Harry’s farm no more
No I ain’t gonna run on Harry’s farm no more
Well I tried my best just to get my mileage fix
But the Challenge, it’s all over ‘till April ‘26
Sweetgum circuits now won’t change the Leaderboard
No I ain’t gonna run on Harry’s farm no more
