Derek Rae

Derek runs 26 mile marathons, With his nerve-damaged right arm Anchored in a sling: solid sounds, ‘Cos a truck did cause him harm. The accident changed his life, But he can’t remember it, recall, It ended his life as a joiner, Fife, And now he sells used cars, all. Recently he has much improved, So now he’s 7 long minutes faster, In the London marathon hooved, ‘Tho his left hand he’s had to master. He represented Britain two times, At the Worlds in Doha, the year 2015, And at the IPC World Cup, dimes: He ran PB’s of 2:40 and 2:37, endive. He only took up football to get fit, And for strength and agility he ran, But this sideline so his inside lit, That he concentrated on it’s pan. He says to all of us “To believe that anything is possible. To get there, it is about mindset, [what you’re at]. Don’t ever let anyone tell you, [bare], that something can’t be achieved, it can. Also to appreciate the good people around you, [they’ve weaved, to] help you on your journey, [would] and will help you reach your goals. Despite running seeming like an individual sport, it’s not. [Coals]. Appreciate the team, [your pike].” Richard Brickley trains Derek, And gives him medical time off, He enlisted a coach, a shrek, Prof Ron Morrison, a techy buff. Prof Ron Morrison is quite a don, He’s a professor of lovely computing, At St Andrews Uni, but that along, He’s a Para ref, does hammer throwing. He’s on the Board of Directors, Of the Scottish Athletics Committee, And has a deep love with proctors, Of cross country running agility. I don’t know, he may have in my past, Interviewed me for St Andrews Uni, For computing, I kind of, aghast, Recognise him: he was kind, and chatty. Derek made Rio and runs a T45/46, He’s a member of the athletics club Anster Haddies. He has his sticks, In Kirkcaldy, was born in 1985, a hub.