Sri Chinmoy completes 100 miles of running in one week in the Jamaica environs, Queens, New York.
One Hundred Miles
Lyrics:
One hundred miles in a fleeting week!
Who says I am hopelessly weak?
Imagine, although I fail to imagine!
No wonder why so much commotion and din.
A bullock-body is drawn by a lion-soul.
No doubt mine are the slowest feet,
But they are perfectly clean, perfectly neat.
I shall ever reach my transcending Goal!
Published in Run and Become, Become and Run
Sri Chinmoy lifting weighrs at Aspiration-Ground in New York.