the more I think about this I think we have it all wrong, there should not be a press investigation, she is a woman of the people, the masses, become a shooting star and beloved by those who know her, she reminds me of Evita and she should have her own musical -
Long running, adored, thick ankles, the instant queen,
a slow beautiful thing of all the talents, a cross between a
Fantasy of the bedroom and the track
You were just an Iranian back street girl
Hustling and fighting
Waddling and Jogging
Badwater finishing, adored, did you believe in your wildest moments
All this would be yours, that you'd become the lady of them all?
Were there stars in your eyes when you walked in at night
From the desert, from the peaks
From the back of van so comical?
Don't look down, it's a long, long way to fall
Badwater Finishing, adored, what happens now, where do you go from here?
For someone on top of the world, the view is not exactly clear
A shame you did it all at twenty-six.two
There are no mysteries now
Nothing can thrill you
No-one fulfill you
Badwater finish, adored, I hope you come to terms with boredom
So famous, so easily, finishing so soon, is not the wisest thing to be
You won't care if they love you, it's been done before
You'll despair if they hate you
You'll be drained of all energy
All the runners who've made it would agree
parEVA"
Badwater finishing, adored, that's good to hear, but unimportant
My story's quite usual, local girl makes good,
runs 200 miles every day
I was in the right place at the perfect time
Bridged a gap--I was lucky
But one thing I'll say for me
No-one else can run it like I can