There are no marathon virgins on here but here goes anyway:
IF (with apologies to the maker of exceedingly good cakes)
IF you can keep your pace when all about you Are losing theirs and running too fast, If you can trust yourself when your gremlins doubt you, But make allowance for your caution too; If you can run and not be tired by running, If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And yet don't look too good, nor feel too great:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear your name being spoken Shouted by family, friends and crowds, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can wave to the crowds and keep your virtue, ' Or talk to Sue Barker - nor lose the common touch, if neither miles or kilometres can hurt you, and keep on going with worn out soles; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Marathoner, my friend!