Runner s Tribe
Through The Streets Where They Stopped Pasting Posters
THURSDAY MARCH 19, 2020 – 10km recovery run.
I approach a floodlit MCG which is fully aglow, revealing such a spectacle of electric brilliance that it sucks all the light from the night’s stars, from the CBD skyline, and from the Punt Road traffic lights, before blasting it back up into the ether as a single luminous bulb.
Save for three patrolling policemen and myself, no other soul roams the vast concrete concourse.
Conditioned to the screech of the umpire’s whistle and the rumble-roar of one hundred thousand fans, I pause my running watch and headphones, to hear the late-summer breeze carry an ambulance siren across the city and then tickle Yarra Park’s canopy of English Elms and River Red Gums.